Two Faces

David picked up the cylindrical can and popped the purple top off and set it on the counter next to the sink. He hit the plunger and sprayed the tight pressurized blue gel into his calloused hands. He looked in the toothpaste-stained mirror at his two weeks’ worth of facial hair, lengthy enough to look … Continue reading Two Faces →

Frequent Drips of Dopamine

He sat in his plush-cushioned tattered brown recliner, his glossy corneas reflecting the images he graciously consumed, devouring every image and his ears every sound. His gut was filled with copious amounts of sugar, carbohydrates, and fat that kept him glued to his chair, feeling winded and tired any time he attempted to rise out … Continue reading Frequent Drips of Dopamine →

The Fire Man

My, do I wish I would've paid much closer attention in school when we read Fahrenheit 451. The short novel is prophetic and wise beyond its years, hence why it's still around today and will always be one of the best and most alarming stories out there. I just completed a reread of Ray Bradbury's most … Continue reading The Fire Man →

4.30.21

I like writing short stories. I don't have the attention span for most stories to carry on too long, not yet. I've written some long ones but even long ones for me are about 50,000 words. Beyond that, it's a bit overwhelming and hard to keep together, especially when I don't have a whole lot … Continue reading 4.30.21 →

4.28.21

I've been having some difficulty reading lately. Not that I've been struggling to physically read, but more so that I've been struggling to find what to read. I'd started reading The New Centurions by Joseph Wambaugh, an older cop book but as much as I loved it, I didn't want it to end so I haven't … Continue reading 4.28.21 →