A long time, before our time, in the 1800's and early 1900's, these boarding schools were cruel places to be sent to. The paleface thought was to educate all of the "indian crap" out of us, or even beat it out of us, if they had to. Many were beaten, and starved, and chained up in basements, i...  read more

It had been a couple of weeks. Just long enough that I wasn’t sobbing every day. This could be good, I realized. I had gotten so attached to him, and perhaps that had been foolish. Page cared about me. There were other guys who cared about me. And maybe I had just fallen in love with the wr...  read more

It's been a while since I've attempted a piece of fiction. These days it seems I've no time for such things, and even when I do I lack the confidence to even try. But tonight, for some reason, as I was sitting at my cluttered desk, upon which a pile of wrinkled one dollar bills sat, a story began...  read more

Slowly I find myself waking up, and it feels as if the room is on fire. I'm sore all over, my throat is so dry I almost can't breathe, and my head feels as if I slept with it in a vice. I look at the clock. It's seven thirty, and already the sun is pouring mercilessly through my window. T...  read more

When James and Sarah finally returned, Jessica and I were considerably inebriated. The following events probably would have been a lot to deal with sober, but I was drunk, so no fucking problem.    First, I'm sitting at the bar in James' kitchen listening to him and Sarah belittle Jessica's lif...  read more

Over Spring break I went to Louisville to stay with a friend of mine, and this year's St. Patrick's Day festivites kicked off in a haze of smoke. To eliminate any vagueness or subtleties that may have worked its way into this statement, a handful of us got stoned in a closet. My friend James, his...  read more

She rested her head against the tile, and for a moment it seemed as if she'd fallen asleep. I wouldn't have been surprised. But she spoke, and her words cut into the silence and echoed through the bathroom. She shifted in the bathtub, agitating the water and causing it to threateningly lick the s...  read more

I'm crying as if I'm bleeding the tears out of me. My head is resting on Samantha's chest, and aside from the feel of her warmth I can focus on nothing. Blackness swirls disarmingly around me, making me cling to her for fear of my life. I can't move. I can barely breathe. I sob helpless...  read more

I grip tightly the doorknob and feel the cold wood as it presses against my back. Faintly, I can hear Marie telling my six year old brother that everything is going to be okay. I try not to hear the child's bewildered sobs, but each one is a shard of ice in my heart. I squeeze the knob tighter. &...  read more

Ok so when i initially live in fairfax, Fast eddies was a very sketchy place. not really a place that you would find me hanging out. but when i got an invite to a party there by a friend i haven't seen since high school you best believed i got off my butt and went. so this makes two nights in a r...  read more