Category: Writing

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Benvenuto E Va All’Inferno

The Capo di tutti capi, the boss of bosses, stared with blank, expressionless eyes, as two of the three hit men grabbed his lifeless body and carried it to his sunken jacuzzi bathtub. A...

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Posh Psychosis

Between careful bites of her creme’ de menthe chocolate torte, the five-thousand dollar per night prostitute swallowed her various anti-psychotic medications with several large sips of perfectly aged Garrafeira Port. While her client talked...

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Fatal(istic) Poisons

The icy-blue-eyed Siberian prostitute snorted a twelve-inch line of a cocaine/mdma mixture off the chest of a fatally poisoned professional killer who would be dead in 2 hours, 12 minutes, and 54 seconds. At...

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Of Shakespeare And The Vampire Hitman

I revel in darkness and slumber through light.  That’s how it’s told, anyway.  It’s the story I daydream.  For a moment I forget who and what and where I am.  But there’s no escaping...