This story was inspired by my love for Psychobilly music and old 50's and 60's, B horror movies. I wrote it with the intention of it being humorous, silly, and on the off chance it ever got made into ...
Suddenly the man was gone and Timmy was sitting up in his bed, screaming himself awake from his nightmare. Sweat ran down his face and his back, soaking his pyjama top. He looked around the room for t...
Before going into the house Matt dropped his stash out back and grabbed a handful of stolen Halloween candy for himself and climbed in through his bedroom window. His parents were already in bed. He w...
This is a personal piece. No one up until now as read this. It's not really a story. Not really a poem. More of an account of a much darker period of my life. It paints a visual picture of a depressed...