Stories

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.

Colby is a college senior who’s looking forward to dressing up in his costume and spending Halloween having a good time at a gay bar. However, his evening of fun quickly turns into an enduring nightmare, but will it ever end?

What cross your mind if I say London? The Queen, London Eye, fun? Instead, I'll tell you about: violence, exploitation, sex, drugs and unhappiness. But also about love and hope. This is immigrants' London in the genuine immigrant's diary.

Explorers surveying the galaxy find something humbling and frightening.

What would you do if a demon appears out of nowhere, in all its naked rawness, willing to grant you a wish that someone else would die for?

After being turned into a werewolf, a man has to go against everything he was taught in order to survive.
Will he follow his training or his heart?

He was never alone. Rage against that which torments him has broken him completely. His fate is decided.

Hieronymus Bartholomeus Craven is certifiably insane. Luigi Provenzano isn't.
Crave's wild stories call to him, though; what if the 'Dark Ones', those creatures he claims to see and kill, are real?

The world has become inhospitable, work has dried up, and he has lost all of himself. One day, one prayer, one emissary...when divine hands play at humanity, what will be the result?

Three kids. A spooky old house. Halloween. They should have paid more attention to those horror movies.