It’s easier than you may imagine to locate and pick up a prostitute. In the digital age, so many services have been expedited, convenience the ruling principle, and the same can be said about the world’s oldest profession. Continue reading “Imitates Art (Pt. 6)”
The next morning, Nick Laflin was driving down Route 6 from his vacation house off the shores of beautiful Lake Wiladongun, to Rosedale, in order to pick up some fishing supplies and maybe even a breakfast sandwich while he was at it. Nick had taken a week off from work using his saved vacation days, and that meant he and his family would be spending the entire time relaxing on the serene waters of the lake. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 10)”
I wake up.
I shoot forward in bed, throwing my blankets to the floor. I’m coated in a thick layer of sweat, my clothes clinging to my body like an unwanted layer of skin. I squint as a thin film of sunlight leaks through my blinds. It’s morning. I gasp and slap my own body, making sure I’m real and in one piece. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Debauchery (Pt. 7)”
It was a gray day, not unlike any other. A typical fall commute. I drove towards campus and a day’s worth of academic responsibilities. Another day of grinding, the rinse and repeat existence.
Except it wasn’t.
I remember the sky in particular. There it was, gray and passive, the infinite expanse staring at me with the apathy of the inanimate. The sky looked to me without a care, clouds passing over just as they did on any other day.
My suffering felt meaningless. Continue reading “On Bourdain, Suicide, and the Darkness”
My alarm rings. I wake up.
It’s Wednesday. It’s time for Murderers Anonymous. Continue reading “Murderers Anonymous (Pt. 7)”
Michael led his friends through his home towards front door. Philip asked if the others would be joining him for golf the next day, to which Aiden responded yes and Michael no. Philip and Michael chatted about the reasons why, none of which Aiden took in as he hurried toward the front door. Michael’s house was expansive; with the excess amount of furniture and decorations Mrs. Sallow had thrown about her home it was practically a labyrinth. Continue reading “Gentleman’s Game (Pt. 2)”
That night the citizens of Rowley began realizing that something was wrong. Although many of them were skeptics and tended to cast issues off as non-problems, they couldn’t deny the creeping feelings of doubt, suspicion, fear, and hatred welling up inside them. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 9)”