The drive from Baltimore to Boston has been a long, lonely one thus far. Ken Davison sprinted out of the house shortly before two in the morning, leaving everything without a second thought. He wished he had asked Kyra to pack up and bring Adina so he’d have some company, but the situation was not a pleasant one. Now, just after six in the morning,…

A silver 2018 Pontiac Grand Am with Maryland plates that read “GODLY1” rolls across route 450 onto the appropriately named “Crownsville Road.” It wasn’t the most direct way to get there, but since moving to Baltimore, he hadn’t done much exploring of the surrounding area. He takes a moment to look back at Adina Johnson, sitting in the backseat in her favorite princess outfit, peacefully…

Author’s note: CD portion was written with Kyra/Barb, with us writing it together but changing it to our character’s respective perspectives. The black 1989 Pontiac Grand Am rolls slowly into the now virtually empty parking lot. The sound of pebbles grinding between the tires and the pavement make an audible crunching sound as they pass underneath. The sun hangs high in the sky, the air…

Every once in a while, Ken Davison liked to get away from everything. One place he liked to do this was at the gym. He could bring Kyra, sure. But, seeing her get all hot and sweaty only distracted him from his goals. Today was the day he dreaded most – cardio. Ever since his well-documented heart attack two years ago, he was very much…

Inside the confines of Sinai Hospital, Ken Davison sits alone in room 473. It’s your standard hospital room with the tray table with the fake wood top, gray shelving, wooden door to a small closet that nobody ever uses. The most aggravating feature, at least for Ken Davison, is the chair normally reserved for visitors. That was the problem, he couldn’t have visitors. Due to…

Christmas break was exactly what Ken Davison needed to get his head on straight. Still, there were things he needed to take care of to be able to move on from Ultimate Carnage 6. There were things that he needed to address that he wasn’t able to a month ago. He wasn’t in the right headspace to deal with them. At this moment he is…

Ken Davison could not sleep well in strange houses. Throughout his childhood and adolescence, his mother had dragged him from one end of the country to the other, staying nowhere longer than a month or two. So many terrible things had happened to him in so many terrible places that Ken had eventually learned to view each new house not as a new beginning, not…

Garden State Parkway Northbound, Milemarker 134.7, Thanksgiving Day, 8:17 AM.  Ken Davison is flying up the highway at about 90 miles an hour. Despite the posted limit of 55, the State Troopers will normally leave you alone as long as you aren’t weaving in and out of traffic. Ken has his phone clipped to his dash, allowing him to talk hands-free while he’s driving. ‘’I’m…

It’s 11:58 in the evening on this quiet Philadelphia evening. Sitting on his porch, nursing a bottle of Stewart’s Root Beer, “The Demon of Sobriety” sits, pondering his future. The rain outside falls, but Dorian Hawkhurst is oblivious to it. In his mind, it is just him and his thoughts. It had been a long time since he had been inside of a wrestling ring,…

“I’m sorry, Kyra.” Standing in front of her stove, Kyra looks over at Ken with a confused look on her face. Ken keeps his head down as he cuts some carrots.“I feel like I let you down.”“Why?”“Well, I let Adrienne beat m…” Ken lets out a sigh. “Are you disappointed in me?” “No, why in the hell would I be disappointed? What’s going on, Ken?”…