There’s always been a small, dark voice in my head creating stories. One thought that came out was called
Poor Investment.
It's
about a guy that was a jerk to a homeless person. There’s another one called
Piece Full Kitchen
that’s about a woman simply preparing a meal in the kitchen while the vegetables are taunting her.
Then there was
Ear to Ear
, about a heartbroken kid working at the same movie theater as his ex.
I can't say for sure that my cynicism is always right, but clearly that isn't the point. The point is that the darkness within will always find a way out and it's best to get these thoughts out by writing them down as a means of expression.
These days it appears that karma is taking a break and the bad guys are getting away with way too much. So when I do sit down to write, those offenders will often get it in the end. (Yes, sometimes literally).
I hope you enjoy my stories about them.