Plagiarized Love

my love for you is like a book with stolen pagesbeautiful words eraseddeleted lines…replacedeverything’s torn from the very bindwords rewritten that were never minean unknown author with a tale of a broken heartspends his lonely days with nowhere… Read More

Bike Writer # 33 – Rejuvenate Your Inside By Going Outside

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste… Read More

Bum Stories

a weathered man greets me on a cornerhis face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracksbut I know it’s there as his eyes always confirmfor a million moments in passinghe shares with me his storyI read every… Read More

Journal Entry # 152 – Truth Can Hurt, But It Can Also Heal

I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash

The Black Journal (Reconstructed Classroom, Industrial Area, Downtown)

Thursday, 12:15 P.M. Ah, Det. Frost!Perfect, you’re here. OK, since we’re all present, let’s get started.Follow me, the body is this way. So, Det. Frost, have you ever dissected a frog?In high school, perhaps?Then, how about a teacher?Ever… Read More

The Black Journal (Jamestown Police Department, Captains Office)

Thursday, 11:11 A.M. Frost, hey…come in, sit down.Listen, you’re up.Downstairs just called.Someone’s found a body.They say this one’s a smidge above their pay grade. So, I’m going to need you to take the lead.Captain!What about my vacation?You know it… Read More

Bike Writer # 32 – Look Up, Smile, Because Tomorrow’s A Brand New Day

Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. – Kristen Butler

The Red Journal (Downtown, Some Sleazy Bar)

WEDNESDAY, 10:19 A.M. It’s been a few days.All still remains quiet in my little neighborhood.Not that I am concerned or surprised.People here are so stupid.I’m at this shithole of a bar. For a message from a friend. It… Read More

What’s Staring Back?

It’s black inside the oceanespecially in the shadows where sharks pretend to sleepmy eyes barely banish their staresuntil what lurks finally confronts mebut…why have they not teethedon this body that drifts alonelifeless and willingcould they sense poisoned bloodfrom… Read More

Data Boy, Ash

Hey everyone, Hope you’re off to a great start to the week. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my habits. Specifically, my digital habits or screen-time. It’s been a love/hate relationship for me recently. I’m… Read More