Creative Writing – Page 9 – cereal after sex

You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.

Brain Fumes

I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my… Read more.

Sirens started to wail. Lights began to flash. Deep echoing booms rolled like waves throughout the facility as the inmates… Read more.

The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.

“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.

“You’re rebellious,” the girl quipped. “You kill based on random conspiracies without any factual basis.” Read more.

I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me… Read more.

She smiled. She had big teeth that sat like aging tombstones losing their footing on the well-wormed ground of a… Read more.

Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Read more.

“I wanted to apologize for the other night… At the party,” Steel said. “I was way out of line with… Read more.

He liked the way her mouth stretched out and showed off her big sparkly teeth when she smiled or laughed.… Read more.

An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,… Read more.