Day Ninety

Day Ninety

Hiram was not excited about life anymore, but he wasn’t looking forward to dying either. He’d made a rule for himself, though, and he thought it was a good one and he intended to stick with it. When he was a kid, he’d go through dark periods. They...
Satan Loves You

Satan Loves You

I, Satan, want to thank you, all of you, my indispensable magnificent fiends! By successfully imputing my values onto my nemesis Jesus Christ, you have swayed millions to my side. For this, I am grateful. Let me be more specific. And let us, together, celebrate our...
Thank You For Your Service

Thank You For Your Service

They love you when you carry a gun. Not so much when you’re pushing around a shopping cart, out on the street trying to stay alive. I think it was easier to stay alive in Iraq. At least you had your buddies helping you, looking out for you. In Iraq, it was a...
M80

M80

She opened her locker and it went off. A blast like 1/8 of a stick of dynamite, shredding steel that burrowed into her arms and legs and stomach. The boy did it on a dare as a prank. He, too, was seventeen and planned to live forever. She lay on the cold marble floor,...

Good Man With A Gun

He didn’t look for trouble but it kept finding him. He was a good man with a gun and he would set things right. He was born for it. In fact his name was Goodman. At the bus stop a man in a trench coat was looking at a lady funny. Goodman kept a close watch and a...