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Last week, an apartment complex exploded a stone’s throw from my front door. I’d never heard anything like it outside of an Army base. Apparently, a work crew nicked a gas line. According to the news, they did so two days before the explosion. Read that again. The amount of lawsuits piling up are tremendous…
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My favorite new writing spot: bed. I’m stuffed into a corner; a warm, weighted blanket constricting me like a mothers best friend’s bosom. I’m a southerner, after all. I tried to nip incestual shenanigans in the bud at the earliest age. Texas is a strange place. You can’t be too careful. Also, it’s been 52…
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Prince Connor Wrath is beyond bored with his royal lifestyle. Receiving nothing but the most mundane tasks in the name of his kingly father, and even less respect than the court jester, he dreams of a life beyond the land of Lynnwood. There’s only one catch: The gods of old have forbade travel past the…
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What a lousy thing to say, but it’s the truth. My wife asked how I stood there filming in the presence of screaming children and faces gushing blood; all while the heat of a demolished, yet still burning, apartment complex threatened to singe my facial hair. How? I didn’t have anything else to do. The…




















