A mini-series about people struggling with addictions. This is Micah’s story.
A mini-series I wrote about people with addictions. This is Devon’s story.
A story series I’ve written about people struggling with addiction. This story is NSFW (not safe for work) be prepared for sexual imagery.
Suddenly the doors blew open and three men rushed in. They each yelled a word and the doors melted to the frames. The people screamed in terror. Ethan looked around anxiously as Chloe nestled closer to his neck. Alyson sat in the corner frozen in fear. “We are the Cavances, and we are here to … Continue reading “Espers” Scene
Devon smashed through the door of the hut. A crash rang out and splinters of wood exploded everywhere. A sword was aimed at the throat of an old man sipping on a cup of tea. “Hello Devon, I have been expecting you for sometime now. They said you were coming. What can I do for … Continue reading Just A Little Writing
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 … Continue reading Untitled
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 … Continue reading The Trigger
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. … Continue reading A Demonic Introduction
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 … Continue reading Swallowed
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 … Continue reading Finally, A Challenger