Monthly Archives: July 2018


A huge part of my writing takes place in my head (duh). What I mean by that is imagining the world in which my stories take place. One of the ways I do this is by roughing out the images that come to mind. Sometimes it’s part of the story, sometimes it’s not. Below is…well, […]

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THE THING ABOUT SCARS: A Liosene Short Story

If Liosene was called the Hand of God, then the South Step slums—in all their shit and grime—were the middle finger. The giant “fuck you” to the people who aspired to go about their days without the fear of being murdered, beaten, raped, or some awful combination of the three. Nemesis I’bar had been on […]

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