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Derek sat at the bar, tapping away furiously on the table. The speakeasy was busy tonight, not something Derek liked. Suddenly the doors were thrown open and in pushed three people in long white jackets. Great, Derek sighed, now the Artesian police force was strolling in. Hopefully they would overlook him. He really didn't feel …

The Trigger

He came home drunk that night. Thats nothing unusual. He collects his shit paycheck and goes to the bar every Friday night. He grabs one two many and stumbles home. Usually the mom takes most of it. He will hit her and force himself on her and it would always be out of the eyes …

A Demonic Introduction

The hallways were narrowing as Devon pulled forward. The walls were oozing blood. He couldn’t understand what was happening. Suddenly the sound of metal dragging on concrete could be heard. Looking behind him to see a massive Goliath. It inched forward, its scales were leaking some kind of liquid as its face snarled and screeched. …

Swallowed

Tea; the magical beverage. A (old but effective) form of alteration. Emotion, sickness, or bodily functions. The smell of cinnamon wafts into the rafters of the efficiency apartment. Holding the hot beverage tight in your hands as you beg for it’s uplifting benefits. A tonic made of leaves and stems. Granting the abilities of forever …

Finally, A Challenger

The sun was slowly beginning its descent into its bed of rest. I sat cross-legged on the rocky cliff as I looked around. No one ever came up here, not that there was really much to do up here. However what I guarded was indeed important. The tablet of the great spell. It has been …

Distraught

Dissociative Identiy Disorder- A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality states. I haven’t a slight clue who the hell I am anymore? It dawned on me this evening while I was smoking. I looked at my cigarette and just was shocked and ashamed that I involved myself in something I …

“You Need to Decide, What Kind of Person You Are!”

Facing the possibilities that the very nature of your soul might be shattered, is something not to take lightly. I mean really how the hell could someone manage four completely different personalities, and more importantly, which one is the most prominent? I’m sick to my stomach thinking of the very things that could have happened …

“He Had Finally Had Enough…”

I sit at the kitchen room table, burning the tips of my fingers while listening to his song. Trying to summon the god inside me to take on the tragedies that have been placed on my lap. She thought she was so clever, thinking she could hide him from, again? Foolish little cunt. I knew …

Sapphires

I sat on the bench, desperately smoking a cigarette as a young man walked up to me and sat down.                 “Hello Seth, how have you been?” he asked in an anxious tone.                 “Hello Austin, I’ve been doing okay, how about yourself?” I said nonchalantly as I puffed away.                 “What happened to you …

Intense Trauma

Am I even alive? I feel like I'm floating through the air. I can't write because my life was not led through trepidation. I didn't abuse drugs, I never drank like a fish, I never went on the prowl for the delicious flesh of women. My past isn't broken or cracked. I can't write because …