Damian, soaked and haunted, collapses into the 黒豹 submarine’s mess deck as Mikako, a 2125 robot styled like an alley café girl, watches with cold curiosity. With police drones fading and the AI’s cryptic warnings blaring, is this salvation or a trap? Dive into this wild escape where loyalty and chaos collide—read on!Continue Reading
Damian Holt roars down I-70 East in a biohazard-tagged Escalade, AR lenses glowing with obsession. Paradise Valley fades, Manchester’s decayed streets loom, and a deadly dash awaits at 1107 East 16th Street. Inger’s rejection fuels his grip on a 1975 pocket knife, bloodlust simmering beneath the surface.Continue Reading
Dope Fan cribs, totally chill, hide gnarly vibes. Damian squats in Inger’s pad, rigs Charlie’s gear, streams easy—40 hours of MMORPG grind, yo. Black Hand Coffee fuels his chill with Bunny Ayu, but Tala’s comin’ Continue Reading
And then the wall between tangible truth and fantasy blurs. Characters I write about pierce the veil and traverse the haze. There is more to the amputated finger found in an abandoned Escalade.Continue Reading
The sun rises for the living. It never sets for the dead. And the beat goes on for those left behind. Death, though, punches a hole in the fabric. There is an empty place where Charlie (Charles Harrington, 34) used to be. He didn’t own much. He didn’t leave aContinue Reading
Things happen on Highway 95. It’s a lonely road where losing things isn’t hard. Charlie’s been down Highway 95 a time or two. Charlie hates conflict. When he feels it coming on his face squirms like a toddler with a dirty diaper. So he can be cajoled into helping beyondContinue Reading
For the three sisters, Ophie, Inger, and Neesha, Charlie is irredeemable. He will never be forgiven. That Charlie is likely a baby Daddy to Neesha makes no never mind. She blames Charlie for everything wrong in her life. Charlie is innately racist to his dark core. Yes, the three womenContinue Reading
It’s a trope, “special price just for you.” It means you are about to pay too much for junk. Neesha’s brother had a line on a Nissan Frontier. He was going to buy it and drive it to the farm. All good, right? Nah. Maybe other writers can get paidContinue Reading
The fashy world of black block and a polite arrest record of protests is folly for a family trying to stay afloat in the coal hills of Wise County, VA. Neesha has deep hillbilly girl roots. She’s from the same southwestern corner of Virginia that Charlie’s kin are from. Charlie,Continue Reading
When it’s time to embrace the suck and power through most of us do. Charlie isn’t most of us. So he gives us content to enjoy.Continue Reading