Ocupation: Freelance Writer
Life:
Streets teemed with hell's wretched souls. New dead with their gadgets and old dead from antiquity. Demons roamed the avenues and alleyways, tormenting hapless damned at random with branding irons, flaming pitchforks, and razor-wire whips. -From the story Remember, Remember, Hell in November, in the anthology, Lawyers in Hell.
Topics: Iron, Soul, Wire, Pitchforks, Alleyways
Our past is the forge upon which we are hardened and tempered, to prepare us for the present. We are like a fine blade that must be hammered into shape before it can be ready to make its finest cuts.
Topics: Cutting, Past, Shapes, Hardened, Hammered
Alas, this mundane realm is never as fun as the one inside our minds. But we can endeavor to make it so.
Topics: Fun, Mind, Endeavor
