There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

  • Ernest Hemingway

Original Works

Bloodstone:

The snow falls like frozen tears from the heavens above on our once great Castle of Bloodstone. The once great castle that stood on the highest mountain in a proud display of power and safety in the land, is now a hurting ghost that is lost in the deep mist of death…

What’s the Color of your Curse?:

There are many professions out there, but not many allow you to work from home in the way I get to work. In my line of work, my work comes right to my doorstep! I have the best job in the world. I work as a, S.A.E, a Soul Acquisition Expert. Basically, I get to steal the souls that those living punks that are not using them and I deliver them to a nice and cozy place, you may have heard of it, Hell? Yep, it is a banging job, I work mostly alone…

Non-Fiction: On the Outside

I found my love for three things in the most unusual of places when my father found a working PlayStation 2 in the dump; video games, a future passion for writing and a love for the sport of NASCAR. When I was young, my father came home one day with a fascinating discovery from the dump of my father’s work place. He placed the stained covered box on our kitchen table and I looked through the box to see its treasure…