Release - A Short Story.

Bees...I see bees. They're buzzing all around me. I feel them alive in my ears and it sends shivers down my spine. I look to the left and look to the right. My vision is blurry, but I see bottles…lots of bottles, and the silhouette of a man who grabs me by the collar and flings me out into the night sky. "We don't need junkies like you in here", says the man with a kick to my butt. "And stay away!" I covered my face with my...

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Short Story Cover Art

Graphic Design is one of my passions aside from writing and after completing every short story, I usually design the cover art for it. Here you will find a few of my experiments with cover art. The story link is below each piece of art. Enjoy!! ...

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Animal

Saturday night; Saturday night was usually beer and cartoons. Buck liked them and so did I. For the last month or so we'd meet at his place, pop open some beers, grill some steak and watch episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog. That was his favorite show. I kind of thought it was cute. I met Buck at a local bar in town where I was a waitress. He used to always sit alone with his thoughts in one corner of the bar. After observing him for over two weeks I finally picked up the courage to go and talk to him.  He was handsome...

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The Conundrum

Every breath hurt  His heart wanted to retire  It had spent years in a futile search  Better to give up and concede  It had lost out in an overpopulated society  It relayed its final communication to the brain  Goodbye best friend as of this moment I cease to exist and through me so will you. The brain did what it does best, it thought  For years it was occupied with the most routine tasks ever  Akin to using a fully tricked out Alien ware machine only to surf the Internet  It...

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Dick

She loved giving head. Right from the time she was 14 when she was forced to take it in. Inch by inch it was stuffed down her young throat.  She remembered how she would almost die only to be revived again, spit dripping from her lip. That was the first time. The second and third weren't very different. After it ended she felt a strange sensation as if she could control a human being. She could make them whine in pleasure or cry in pain. As time passed it got easier and she learned some spiffy new tricks.  How...

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The Dream - A Short Story

It was a silent night. As silent as a dead dog’s breath. The streets were empty. Empty, except for one soul. She walked the streets; face down, breath held tight. Her ears perked up at every sound. The clock chimed 2. An odd hour to be walking down the streets. Then suddenly she hears a sound. Voices from afar. Her hands rush into her purse, all senses active. She grabs the pepper spray and looks in every direction. Suddenly, silence. She tries harder to listen. Crickets buzzing, the soft patter of rain, and something she couldn't quite...

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Alive - A Short Story

You have a bad day. Who doesn't? We all have bad days from time to time. Only thing is your bad day is different. Your bad day ends up with you dead.  You wake up in the morning, brush, shave, shit and shower.  You dress up in your finery. You smile at random strangers on the bus.  You get bird poop all over your white shirt. Your boss tells you that if you don't finish the assignment he just handed you yesterday, you're ass is in big trouble.  You get shit from your girlfriend on how you don't have time...

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