PRISON WITHOUT WALLS

He thinks back to when it started. To when the walls began to surface around him, was it his sons 28th birthday? He couldn’t be quite sure. The signs were there, the pains down the arm, shortness of breath, he knew almost 6 months before it finally hit him, yet he...

THE DARK TALES OF A MAINTENANCE MAN: A TRUE STORY

A tongue in cheek view of my days doing Apartment Maintenance… I slowly take each step with the hesitance of a man on his way to the electric chair, one by one I take them as the wind swirls around my feet and the air from my chest begs for release. The last...

TIRED

Sitting in my chair Cat circling at my feet I grow tired of your presence. Wind roaring past my window… Take me with you.

THE TREE THAT NEVER WAS

This is a rough story I wrote a while back, thought I’d throw it out, and see what you think…as alway feel free to comment. CD Jacob sat at the end of his porch that tilted slightly towards the ground. He liked to sit there with his eyes closed and pretend...

What makes a writer a writer?

I over heard a conversation last week…… I lie….I eavesdropped on someone conversation last week, don’t judge me, it’s what writers do. The basics of this conversation was “Comics aren’t written by real writers” I was to...