Robbery Opening
Black Rock, CT Vapor is coming out of his nose, but he’s not smoking, it’s just cold. 7:14 AM, waiting for his colleague to pick him up outside of his house. A grey Cadillac Sedan is coming down the...
Silent Night on the Belgian Front, December 25th, 1914
Every labored breath draws in the raw frigid air that surrounds the grey scale wasteland I lay dying in. It stings my blistered face, the rosiness of my cheeks melding with the parched blood. Through the...
The Longing
I often find myself dwelling on home: my small piece of solace in the North Atlantic. Whilst an ocean away, it feels as though it’s worlds apart from this reality to which I am condemned and exiled not by...
Burnt Food
There was a faint smell of burning coming from the oven, so I knew the mozzarella sticks were done at least. I rush over, put an oven mitt on, take the mozz sticks out and set them on the stove. They were...
Lucky Number Seven
His lucky number was seven, for what boring reason, I don’t know. Seven always seemed like the common lucky number. You know, good old lucky number seven. It has a nice ring to it. My lucky number...