Just down the road from the fat man’s house was a small pile of ammo in the woods. Someone had just dumped it out there. The three kids...

There is a sign on an old road just off of a nearby interstate. It is rusty and damaged, like time and the elements took an unhealthy...

The old Ford shook when he turned the key. It was like someone was shaking an old box of rusty nails. He fucking loved his truck. It...

He went through life, as one does. He was different, though. Childhood had been hard on him, the middle years worse. An above average...

The motorbike is stitched together from pieces of other lesser, half disassembled motorbikes. It’s scarred and dented. A Mary Shelley...

The filthy old-timer panning next to Willie bled into the river. His blood was a deep crimson, but the bit that dripped onto his dusty...