I punched on the accelerator and found myself taken away at crazy speeds powered by nothing but electricity. I can feel my wallet in my back pocket, it’s coarse and leather. I pulled into my driveway. At the end is a large modern house surrounded with glass and decorated with a brilliant interior. Not a mansion by any means, but I feel spoiled just looking at it. When I leave the car, I can spot my wife from one of the large panes in the kitchen. I return the wave she gives to me and I can feel the warmth…


Author’s Note: The is where I would recommend you read prior volumes as callbacks will be very much abound here.

It was a dark day. Sun was there, as it always has been, as it always will. But it was a dark day. The Z/28 was surely hungry for road today. And I fed into it. I was pushing it hard today. The music was so loud and thrashing. The vocals growled to me,

Locked away for eternity

Misunderstood by obscurity

Everything you had, you fucking flaunted

Isn’t death, what you have always wanted?

It was heavy. I can dig…


Author’s Note: Hey, whoever is reading this. I honestly wasn’t going to write this preface, but I think it’s appropriate. This story is short and the title tells a lot. However, I just wanted to warn ahead of time that this story is dark and extremely sad. If you’re in a happy mood and want to keep it that way, maybe shelve this one for another time. It’s not my first sad writing, it’s not my last. But there is no redeeming happiness here.

My name is Kassandra Petrakis. I’m a 29 year old woman. I’ve been living independently for…


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I liked cruising at night. The cool blues and blacks of the sand were as devilish looking as ever. The engine had a deep gurgle tonight. Like she was comfortable and relaxed. Hadn’t seen another soul for the past couple of hours either. Maybe there was something important going on that I didn’t know about; that I didn’t care about. Not sure what time it was, but I thought it was time to listen to the radio.

Kkzzzzt “-gation. It is the finest form of therapy. Now if you listen good, if you listen well… you too will feel it…


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Turning the key back, the car tapered into silence. This was Lost Hope Stead. Cheery little place, ironically. Been here once before for a drink. Looking up above the car, I saw the sign had been replaced with bright fresh white paint on the same old spruce panel; The Mosquito Joint. Another charming name. The radio echoed in my head as it finished a sad, bluesy tune.

“I have lost myself along the way… and that’s okay…”

“Oh yeah, you all heard it here first. That one comes from Deaf Jonny Williamson. Think we could all take something away from…


Hatred is an unruly emotion. It thrives from chaos and misunderstanding. Hatred is at its worst when it rejects rules, perspective, and anything that dare question it. People fear hatred because of the raw power behind it. You have been told your whole life by fairy-tales and silly stories that love and understanding conquers hatred and fear. Because that is what people hope for. Hope only wins when hatred is not strong. For hatred is real. Hope is illusory. Hope can not heal people to the degree that hatred can hurt them. And this is why hatred survives. For as…


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It was a nice day out. Sun was beaming, but not too hot. It was quiet except for the beautiful roar from the Z/28 1.9L V8 in front of me. Yeah it was a 1969 Camaro and I couldn’t much of a fuck about the numbers I just described. It was bad looking, mean sounding, and had a banging stereo system. I had the radio on a channel that was fuzzy.

“Good morning, y’all. It’s going to be another scorcher later this afternoon. So stay hydrated and don’t dig that ditch too deep. Ifff —closer — kkccchhhhh — …”

The…


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Well I suppose it was time to finally work on something new, something grand. Unfortunately, I have been paying into rumours that nearby settlements have been spreading. To think I was once a household name that was even remotely respected. Alchemy demands have significantly dropped recently, and it’s been far too long since I have been back to my laboratory. But I believe in my magnum opus; the project that has been a culmination of my education, my aspiration, my life. Abstention from life’s essentials have allowed this project to be possible. Much of my existence has been lacking. …


The Uroboros is a vast forest known for the diversity of life and natural preservation it represents. People come and go for many purposes, however it has avoided any signs of artificial development. Tourism is not a problem as the forest possesses dangers in the form of complex terrain, labyrinthine core, and wildlife that tends to respond negatively to human interference. Of course where some see danger, others see challenge. The results are about what you would expect. Some trek forth through the forest with respect and prudence to make a journey worthy of a story. Some trek forth with…


The study was dimly lit with a relaxing ambience. My favourite neutral notes of burgundy, beige, and pale green lined the walls through some books and decor. I found myself sitting on a chair by a fireplace. It’s a picturesque scene that looked to be something out of a painting. Thankfully it was quiet. The air was hanging pleasantly with a smell of tobacco and sandalwood. There was music playing from somewhere in the ether and it was beautiful. Something that made you listen and something you could feel. It was raw. I had realized I hadn’t touched the drink…

Adam Simpson

Just here to write for fun and creative expression. Stories are either a reflection of my mind or a product of it wandering.

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