Transgressive Stories

Words, Art & Everything In-Between

Whether working in the vineyard or dancing on the pole...it's all about the process.

It is broken. Everything is broken; The only way is up. Through broken heart. And senseless violence. Comes truth; Comes all the things that you ever needed...

A young man has trouble coming to terms with a tragic accident involving his so called best friend, his identity and their relationship.

(Complete) The world around me was telling me to vote, and who to vote for. I. myself, was not informed enough to warrant a vote. God Bless America. We need it.

emotional breakdown, depression but wont give room for charity love or sympathy , introversive . can she prove to be the strong woman on the inside sympathetic lady on t...

In a dirty basement, on a burning August day, somewhere on planet earth.

(Complete) Bud E. Ice meets a broad on the corner of Kahn and Soomer. She falls for his bullshit ass wrap. Life continued afterwards.

What happens when you wake up knowing you are not normal? Every day walking, talking, working, tolerating people around you, who are doing the same with people around th...

My tales of terror and filth will surely shake the meat from your bones and I'll be there to suckle and engorge every blood sodden chunk. Come join me for horror... The...

The truth of my design.

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(Complete) Bud E. Ice is hanging out with a girl and she's needs to cop some speed. He begrudgingly tags along. Bud then ends up having to play Monopoly with her and the...

When Tara Mitchell's daughter dies in a tragic accident, her world shatters. No matter where Tara goes, Abby's face follows. Even in the state psychiatric hospital. As...

A short story from an upcoming short fiction collection. Most of the book is assorted science fiction and horror items, but this weird one is derived from a piece of hor...

(Complete) Bud E. Ice is stuck in a long line at the coffee stand.

A selection of my poetry. More than 4, many not very short.

Sometimes it's best just to have the talk and get it over with. Other times, it's best to have breakfast.