First Stories

I am what many people would call a “creepy guy”. I know this, because they’ve said it to my face. Many times. All through high school. Then college. Then, in many job interviews. It was quite literally what qualified me for my current job. “Yeah, to be honest, we’re hiring you ‘cause we think your creepy-ass face will scare the kids away,” the jackass said to me. I would’ve ripped him a new one if I didn’t need the work. I work the literal graveyard shift.

A quick story wherein Samantha goes to the beach and ends up getting raped.

I have no idea why I wrote this story. I just had to write it. Something told me to start writing, this would be the premise and I would have to write it all the way thru. I'm sorry ahead of time if this story offends you in some way.

Michael's first-ever weekend alone in the condo coincides with a sudden monster snowstorm, dumping feet of snow, stranding his parents and sisters in Akron, Ohio. What's a 15-year-old with plenty of beer and some gonzo weed to do but get into trouble. Alone. With his unexpected birthday presents.