Pressed up against the smallest wall in the container, Anna wrapped her hands around the young girl's hair as she vomited onto the piss drenched metal floor. She couldn't make out how many people were...

Another entry for my book. Geisha 2.0

Late night mood.

Rain was pelting off of Pedro's rain jacket. The sweet smell of Jamaican rope intertwined with sweaty vanilla and soft skin quickly dissipated under the night's storm. Neon signs shaped as warm bowls ...

Part Three of my Cyberpunk murder mystery.

Horror - Happy Halloween 🎃

Peering out through a peep hole cut into the dark shipping container, she could make out the shapes of men arguing.

Liz tried her very best to not look vulnerable. She wanted to like Max. She had ignored her sensibilities and followed her heart to meet a man she only knew from the internet in the most dangerous sec...