Post-Apocalyptic Barbie
Seeing Karla Simmons naked had been on the list—oh, yes, that had definitely been on the list. But she wasn't supposed to be dead and clawing at the bathroom door.
Seeing Karla Simmons naked had been on the list—oh, yes, that had definitely been on the list. But she wasn't supposed to be dead and clawing at the bathroom door.
One day, she will be a butterfly. She will fly somewhere far away. But tomorrow, she will still be here. Tomorrow, there will be bruises.
A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]
I like people, they're strange. We'll all meet thousands, and thousands of people in our lifetime. Some, we'll know just their name, and others we'll know that they are afraid of ketchup, regularly work at the soup kitchen, and aspire to be a wedding photographer. Through this anthology, you'll meet countless people...
This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flow...
Introduction: Would You Want to Know? This is How You Die: Hematoma This is How You Die: Murder This is How You Die: Under Collapsing Shelf This is How You Die: After Many Years, Stops Breathing, With a Smile on Face
Lily was an accident. That’s what Mom and Dad said, when they broke the news to me and the brothers over second-time-around meatloaf and corn on the cob. An accident, as if they were apologizing for puncturing holes in the inflatable pool with the lawnmower...