Day Two: Blood, Milk and Sky

It had been less than twenty-four hours since Jen watched her husband try and swallow the knife she gave him for his birthday. He’d always been into blades of all types, collecting any of them that he could actually use. None of that “plastic, for show bullshit”, as he would say. The police had come … Continue reading Day Two: Blood, Milk and Sky

Day One: Our Beginning

It’s hard to understand what the taste of oiled steel is once it hits your tongue, and to this day, I’ll never try. Let’s just say it isn’t pleasant. The knife was a gift. Damascus cold rolled steel so sharp it would tempt an exodus of blood just by looking at it, yet, when I … Continue reading Day One: Our Beginning

A Literary Infection

I really haven’t been reading. Not lately. Not for a while. They say that to be a good writer, you must be a reader and they’re probably right. So, despite my ever-growing stack of responsibilities, I picked up a book. For a while now, I’ve been reading Steven King’s IT but it’s slow and cumbersome … Continue reading A Literary Infection