Stories by Remi Scout
Foresthill Bridge
He meant well, oh God, he meant well. But he was the craziest, the angriest. He had to be the craziest and an...
Monologue to My Mirror
I had a duty to my dick, and a promise to my posse.
Vince's Vice
Vince was getting worse. Tired became drained, which became exhausted. The dreams were getting worse too; the...
