Tag: writing

Dave was that kind of guy….

It was just past eight in the morning. When I came to terms with the fact Dave really hadn’t come home, I sat up in bed. I looked around my room which was painted an awful blue that he had picked when our house… Continue Reading “Dave was that kind of guy….”

Blood in the sand…

The day I was born my mother sent me naked screaming into the world. Hurling towards a pinpoint of light from between her legs, that I would spend the entirety of my forty-two years chasing and failing to reach. Till one day, over a… Continue Reading “Blood in the sand…”

Ezekiel 33:8-9

Excerpt from Chapter 14 My steps seemed in ordinately slow as I approached his house. My body felt sleek and fluid. That familiar warmth making its way up from my feet again, circling around my legs and settling between my thighs when I opened… Continue Reading “Ezekiel 33:8-9”