Dorian Grey and Me.

Hell found me. Like Dorian Grey my portrait took on all my misdeeds, a twist of fate, or black arts, it mattered not, the portrait held my sins. A man’s sins scar his soul and face so that all may see his disgrace, but mine seemed to pass me by, at least to the naked [...]

There is a Season. (part one)

“You are a complete bastard!” She said. “So I’ve been told,” he replied coldly while exhaling on his cigar. The venom-laden smoke burned her eyes exactly as it was supposed to. “We’re not asking for a miracle here only an extension of the loan,” she pulled her blond hair out of her face, fixing it [...]

Moon Dog Went Surfing

http://flashesinthedark.com/2010/02/22/moon-dog-went-surfing-by-scott-maiorca/ Pipeline danced through the air from a distant transistor radio and the salt breeze wisped through the sparse dune grass. There were a-framed waves to be had, and his pack was taking them, in the moment: one last ride at this beach, before they moved on. Cashed, he lay back basking in the warmth [...]