The Crash

A lonely truck drives down the highway. The clock within it reads only 11:03pm, but the lack of life makes it feel much later. The bli...

Charley Parkins retreated from the forefront of his mind to his subconscious in an attempt to prolong his shameful life. His subconscious was a dark place. Dark in the sense of light, not ...

Charley Parkins, now living, stood in the middle of the road where he would be killed momentarily. He was numbed from the alcohol, but fully aware subconsciously about what was about to ha...

The short man begin to explain the ins and outs of what an average day in the life of Sheamus is like. He enlightened Charley of the circumstances that separate murder, suicide, and plain ...

“Holy fuck.”

Charley Parkins stares nervously at the short, goo covered man with red hair. 

“Holy fuck is right, lad. This toga wasn’t cheap....

It's said that when one meets their demise their life passes before their eyes. Normally. Charley Parkins, however, did not die in the most normal of manners. Not suicide, not murder, but of sha...

Polishing off the second bottle of whiskey, Charley Parkins continues to drunkenly roam about the city streets. Staggering down that sidewalk, stumbling up this curb, the drunkard odyssey contin...

Charley Parkins sits at the table. His once hot coffee now ice. His browns bled dry. Without paying his bill, Charley rises from the table and leaves. Walking mindlessly down the street, Charley...

An elegant smile flashed

at me

My heart overflows

A warmth surrounds me

This serene comfort 

it makes me blind

d...

Across from him she sits. Electric blue eyes staring into his faded browns. The coffee screams, releasing the pain of the scalding brew. The waiter pours him another cup.

He begins t...

Life is short.

Yeah, but some people make it shorter.

I have a little black book. And in this little black book, I keep my soul.