Short Stories

The Talk…

I have been to twenty-three funerals in the past two weeks. And at every single one of them, all of the sorrowful strangers looked at me like I should have been slayed by him with the rest of his victims, my colleagues and my patients. Just because I was not there when the attack happened… Continue reading The Talk…

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My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

My Opinions

Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…

Happy Holidays! Now that I got the happy part out of the way, time for the bleak stuff…I never thought about this until now, but the idea of Santa is peculiar. And, he kind of sounds like a rapist.   He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake! He knows when you've… Continue reading Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…