I believe I've just murdered my publisher with a pen. It is my favorite pen too, a sturdy little thing, polished ivory. Imagine the scene, his neck quivering with the pen 4 inches deep into his windpipe. The blood flowing down the embroidery following the redness following the path of least resistance, erupting from the … Continue reading Mightier than a pen?
I was eaten in the womb. I hope you found my taste adequate brother. I barely had began life when I was absorbed by my own flesh and blood. I sometimes wonder what you felt as you did it. Was it guilt? Regret? Or just the drowsy contentment of a full stomach? I remember how I … Continue reading Gut Brother