“Who the fuck are you?” The biggest guy asked, sitting across and a little to the right of me. “My name is Alex, nice to meet you.” I reached my hand across the table. The jock stared at my hand, … Continue reading →
On the third day I stood in the lunch room again staring out at all the tables and all the little groups chatting away, laughing with each other and I thought, fuck it. Why am I standing here like some … Continue reading →
I’m fucking terrified of my father, but that doesn’t mean I listen to him. I still run away. I’ve done it so many times I’ve lost count. Satan brings me back every time, though I’ve found ways to keep away … Continue reading →
Mew-Mew closed his eyes, and I felt his life slip away. He was too young, and I loved him too much and I wasn’t going to let some asshole in an SUV take him away from me. So I pushed … Continue reading →
It’s the beginning of a new year, so I thought I’d share the beginning of Not My Apocalypse: My name is Alex Holden, and I’m the Antichrist. It’s not like I had choice about it. My father is the Devil, … Continue reading →