"Sounds lose their significance in a thunderstorm, my friend." The waters were gruesome. Night after night, the fog reeked of salt, sweat, and death. To twenty-three year old fog-signal keeper Michael Jackson... salt, sweat, and death were merely drops of ink in the vast ocean. He found immense pleasure in the idea that darker secrets remained. Night after night, the aura loomed above him, and with each inhale... he swore could almost taste it. He sought to taste it.

After an argument on a Californian roadside, Michael Jackson murders Joseph Jackson. MJ x BLACK OC

"I've never met a madman such as yourself. You're necrotic! I'd go as far as to say you're the son of necrosis." The roaring 1900s were a time to behold, especially in New York's first integrated-staff hospital, where 31 year old Michael Jackson led the crusade as the first African-American chief of surgery. Hailed as the remedy to any demonic plague thrown his way, he still can't seem to cure the one that lurks deep within himself. In a world of "every man for themselves"... some don't even have the pleasure of that much.

A collection of written work of mine, old and new.

❛ call me, baby, say that you want it. ❜ a michael jackson story. started: june 15, 2025. | finished: tbd. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, #1 in queerromance. #1 in maxwell. #2 in d'angelo.