The Facade of a Faceless Man

I am the facade of a faceless man. I do not exist. I am the projection of other people’s perspective of me.  I exist to read people. I do things to get the best reading from them. I do things that I think they want me to do or they expect me to do. I …

FOWC – Somewhere – Flash Fiction

Somewhere someone will be waiting for me. In an abandoned bar or a dying restaurant someone will be waiting for me. Someday somewhere I'll enter a grocery store and find someone waiting for me. Somewhere maybe a bartender would be aggressively cleaning a glass fantasising about me walking into his bar unaware. Somebody somewhere will …

The Muse

The muse is a clever mistress. It gives him just what he wants. Something to pen down. And he does as his mistress commands. He pens it down into a clear discernable something. Something something something. Something so inexplicable that it’s purpose of existence is only clear to him and him alone and even though …

Write about the truth for a minute.

Write the truth for a minute. Write about the world. Write about the beauty of the world and the blood with which the portrait is painted. Write about how wonderful and breathtaking the valleys are and forget how much breath was stolen for you to be able to experience this. Write about the truth just …

Blog Tour – Sangre: The Wrong Side of Tomorrow Excerpt

Today I'd like to share with you an excerpt of the book " Sangre: The Wrong Side of Tomorrow " by Carlos Colón, as part of the blog tour organized by Blackthorn Book Tours. BLURB: The Story of a Reluctant, Undead Vigilante   The harrowing saga of Nicky Negron’s tortured soul continues as the inner and …

Flash Fiction: The Outside

This is written from the Tale Weaver prompt given here - link. Remembring what the outside looks like beyond the sight of the windows was a feat that I was no longer capable of. The outside had become the equivalent of a fantastical land with all sorts of dangers in my time. Today I went outside. …