There is so much going on in the world right now. It feels like more than usual. I hate that phrase by the way, “it feels like.” We get in so much trouble by leading with that phrase. Feelings lead to impulsive reactions and decisions. I know in my own life that has caused me... Continue Reading →
Laughter and garbled conversations melded together, overrun by the music blaring from the stereo in the corner of the room. The small house wasn’t meant to hold so many people. It was sticky, even with the windows open, as heat emanated from every body in the compact space and mixed with the humid summer air.... Continue Reading →
The alarm screamed its unwelcome demand, echoing mercilessly through the exhaustion that shrouded the entirety of his being. He was far too old to try to keep up with young rockstars. Incessant throbbing in his head reminded him of his idiocy. Garrett reached for the ibuprofen he kept on his bedside table, poured out a... Continue Reading →
Smoke and the sticky sweet stink of stale booze was all he could smell. Guess that’s what you get when you live your life in back alley bars playing music for a living. Garrett figured he had as good a chance of dying of lung cancer as anything else, even though he had never smoked... Continue Reading →
The salty taste of blood coated his mouth. He was certain he had opened his eyes, but the inky blackness of wherever he was gave him no idea where that might be. The last time he remembered anything but blackness was the silhouette of the city against the stars while on the roof top of... Continue Reading →
Author Duane Deats 