At the age of eight, my father intentionally burned down our family home. He used friction. He found a friend of my mother’s cousin and conducted friction. Eventually, the friction made sparks and landed on some highly flammable material. Namely, my mother. The house and kids went up in flames next. My sisters crawled away …
Tag: Fiction
The Cult: Story 1
The Stranger pushed the chipping black painted door wide open blasting mid-afternoon sun into the windowless biker bar causing everyone inside to momentarily suffer from cataracts of sunlight. Some only vaguely saw a shadow breaking through the rays of blinding light. But eventually, everyone’s eyes adjusted to the shock to now see a handsome, maybe …
Letters from the Latrine 