When I woke up, she was gone. When my eyes popped open, all I remembered was thinking, I have Bekah. I remembered her arms around me. I remembered the feel of her lips and the odd thing they did when I kissed them. I remembered the funny way she phrased things when she was drunk… Continue reading The New Girl
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The Wasting Away
For years I have been coming here to bleed. I have been sharing with you the wild and horrifying stories of my life and I have been honest, brutally so, about my abuse and my issues. I have been showing it all and not holding anything back. So today I will do the same as… Continue reading The Wasting Away
No Way Forward
I’m very good with deadlines. They are never a problem for me. I see a job from far out and I get started on it weeks ahead of time. Usually the post you are reading now would have been done a week ago at least. Maybe even longer. This time though, it is late on… Continue reading No Way Forward
The Guardian of the Path
In the afterlife of the mountain, or the Death Dream, if you are the Blood of the Lion and you so choose, you can find a hidden path. That path will take you to a city locked away by the shamans, a place of banishment, a place forbidden. The City of the Elephants is here.… Continue reading The Guardian of the Path
Lost Confessions: Shiny
Everyone has it. We all have that one thing that makes us feel alive, some activity we are just great at doing. We have a natural talent for that one thing and we know, while we are in it, this is what we were born for. With me, it is writing. I have a talent… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Shiny
Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
Lost Confessions: Living Room 4
I thought I knew a lot about ghosts. I thought there were some fuckin’ rules about it. Things like ghosts only haunt places that were important to them in life. But this guy (if he is a ghost) is not fuckin playing by the rules. I talked to him today. I saw him on the… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 4
Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
So I asked my landlord. His name is Mentor and he is one of my best friends, my beer drinking buddy and the guy I talk football with. I told him I am seeing a ghost and this good buddy of mine laughed at me. “You been hittin those Millers pretty hard, have you?” he… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
It is happening in the living room for god sakes! That is kinda funny if you think about it, lol. He isn’t really scary. He is kinda boring looking. He has short hair and is sort of balding. He is wearing a suit. He has a bag or a briefcase with him. I can’t really… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
Lost Confessions: Light
He would not have her while I breathed. He was a vile poison and she was life itself. What do I say about my love, my partner, my sacred? How do I make you see her as I do? Well, I can’t. I will fail you if you try to look through my eyes. But… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Light
