Stories

While digging through some boxes of Christmas stuff, I found this old poem that I wrote for my grandmother many years ago.

A ex-gang member who hides behind a gas mask

An escaped prisoner with a taste for blood

A kind delinquent from hell

A stray child who holds a wicked blade

A delusional wanderer with strange motives

RTVXS is one of the newest gangs to rise in the wasted city of Algor, one of the last sanctuaries still standing after The End. Formed by a teen named Rayden, five individuals band together with the hope of bringing order to the crime infested dump. But some kids prefer the dark, and it seems there is more to the city than the corpses littering the streets can tell.

The guy who turned you on becomes your boss. Now what?

A different understanding of the purpose of life and interaction with the beyond. This is a short novella.

Meet Jason Campbell. A happy (soon to be) 16 year old who has thus far enjoyed a life of normality, and simplicity. A life that would soon be changing, drastically. He has lived with his mother in New York all of his life and now has to move in with his father in California. Jason's father wants a chance to get to know his son before he grows up and goes off into the world, and Jason's mother has agreed to let him go to further this goal. What adventures does life have in store for him?

You are in a room. You don’t know why. You see things and you hear things. What did you do?

A mothers day poem for the woman in my life

Troy is new to Chicago. He's moving there to live with his father but things change when he is born into darkness. Follow the journey with Troy as he learns more of what it means to be Gone From Daylight.

Two young men meet whilst attending a meeting in one of their homes, a fundraiser for an openly gay political candidate.

The candidate recognizes their attraction to each other before they do, and he decides to push things along, by recruiting them both to work on his campaign.

I went to a therapist once. She told me to write down my feelings, wants, and desires, but I never returned to give her my findings because my college only provided one free session. I also never wrote them down.

Better time than any, I suppose.