Aspiring writer looking for anything and everything to write about. I like writing comedy the best but I am not afraid to dive into serious, taboo, or very harsh topics that people typically shy away from.
Aspiring writer looking for anything and everything to write about. I like writing comedy the best but I am not afraid to dive into serious, taboo, or very harsh topics that people typically shy away from.
Bean lived as a slave among others. She didn’t have a name and was more of an experiment and a servant than anything else. Her body consisted of angels and demons. Since Nephalems are a hunted species, this only intrigued her master more. It took many generations but eventually, he bred Bean, the perfect combination of angel and demon biologically. From here on, he performed tests, had her per...
January 19, 1990
I was so close. Oh I was so close. I mean, seriously. How hard it is to bake the perfect batch of cookies? Fucking ridiculous. You know, how can anything be perfect anyway, huh? I bet flour can’t even be perfect, so nothing can be perfect! Stupid fucking cookies. And Grammy Tilde won’t accept anything less! But she’s not perfect. If she was, then everyone would like her alwa...
Late in the night, a man in a red coat, with shiny black boots, red pants, and a red hat that all are lined with white sneaks out of a house. He has a big white beard but his skin is greying and wrinkled. The bag he has lugged over his shoulder squirms and wiggles with muffled sounds escaping. The man walks across the lawn, his boots crunching in the snow as fat snowflakes drift lazily to the grou...
Brandon Vesper creeps down the sidewalk wearing a trench coat and matching hat. There is a thick fog that hangs heavy in the air, clouds blocking the moonlight. With every silent step he takes, he puts a small grey stone down carefully.
"Shhhh, shhh. Make a sound and watch it blow." Brandon whispers and giggles. Street lamps create a faint light every few feet and Brandon stops right under t...
Scout: “Hey, Hey Blackjack. Hey.”
Blackjack: “Wh-What? Scout get out of here.”
Scout: “I’m joining you on the bed.”
Blackjack: “Oh no you’re not. Don’t you even- Hey!”
Scout: “Hah! I told you I’m coming up. Now move over.”
Blackjack: “Get off!”
Scout: “Heeeey, woah Blackjack. I wanna sleep with my human.”
Blackjack: “I’m sleeping with MY human.”
Scout: “She’s not just yours fur for brai...