The King in Red and Blue

It was a cool spring night. The stars danced across the sky like the darkness was a ballroom on a sinking ship. Beth was sleeping on Eliza’...

Billy was sleeping alone on the streets of the City, lying atop something soft. Alex had left him a few hours ago to pursue their own goals...

As I slept in my childhood home for the last time, I had a dream. It started with a memory of conversation with my boss back when I edited ...

If there is anything that defines the final days of Capitalism, it’s the mutually agreed upon disdain towards the oldest profession. Even t...

There are few sadder sights than seeing ones childhood home in ruins. One could, for example, find a dog clinging onto life, coughing out b...