Look at meLet me gaze at youEyes wide and openLetting me into your soulMy heart swellsAt the sight you give meHands bound tightMouth taped closedI circle around youStrapped to the chairI drink in the fearThat is so clear in youThe tears blurring your visi...
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Eaters of All, Pt 1
Humanity becomes the feeding ground for the Eaters of AllThe day Dave Outlaw learned 'we are not alone' should have been a cool day. Growing up lower class had taught him early that life was not a bowl of cream to be licked up slowly and savored. His life had only recently changed. Slowly climbing up from the d...
Book 1 – Blood Is Thicker Than Water Chapter 2
C.S. Deuces is a complex story of drug dealing, murder, sex and intrigue and unexpected loveBlood is thicker than water Keisha’s large eyes watched his heart-shaped face. Del’s pudgy two-hundred and thirty pound body squeezed onto the seat. His bloodshot eyes clashed with the burgundy leather of her custom-painted hot pink 1997 Mercedes two-door...
Tough choices sometimes have to be made Keisha’s piercing voice emphasized every word as her petite hand rested inside her custom-made pink leather purse. Caressing the cold steel of the Berretta 9mm, her brown eyes followed Tyrell like a hawk watching it...
C. S. Deuces: Book 1 – Blood is thicker than water
C.S. Deuces is a complex story of drug dealing, murder, sex and intrigue and unexpected loveBook 1 – Blood is thicker than water Prologue This Is Only The Beginning The camera focused on two gloved men beating and pistol-whipping a man tied to a metal chair. After a few hard strikes across the face with the butt of a large black pistol, pieces...
Happiness
Anita leaves a lasting impression.In the abandoned building, amid the rubble, Abraham disrobes. His pale skin glows in the sun, his dark chest hairs protrude, accentuated by the shocking milkiness of his torso. He holds his hands high, grinning. Maggie unpacks their meager picnic scrounge...
As I look up at the cold, colourless ceiling, with patterns and shapes that are drawn from my own rather dreary imagination, I wonder whether I actually hold any regrets. I don’t mean generally; I am of course being more specific, referring to a particula...
May....Scenes 4 and 5
The story of an Australian AboriginalScene 4 A month laterMay’s bed is gone and its place at right is now taken by three tables, each of slightly different size, placed end to end. These are covered by three spotless white tablecloths. Upon the center table, amidst a large array of papers, p...
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May....Scenes 2 and 3
The story of an Australian Aboriginal orphan girl.Scene 2 The Next Day May is seen sitting on a stool at her bench, reading her book, a smile upon her face. She now hears approaching footsteps and hides the book down the front of her dress. She then picks up a needle and thread and proceeds to mend a soc...
Wonderland: Lucy's Tale - Chapter Four
The girls are pulled into the world of brutal nightmares.I awoke with my heart beating like a trapped dove, holding onto her as she shook and cried, sleep still claiming her. I could feel her own heart pounding as she began to thrash in my embrace, crying out so loudly that I was afraid she’d wake my father. Un...
Fear and Loathing in Oz - Chapter I
An hommage to Hunter S Thompson and L. Frank Baum.Beside us raced the hurricane. 140 mph of sheer twisted speed, barely able to keep up with the rented Corvette we’d picked up in Toledo, let alone my amphetamine fueled brain. Under the dashboard was enough acid and ecstasy to turn an entire nation of ji...