The cameras open up outside of the Carnage Arena off in the background. In the parking lot sits an old, black 1989 Pantiac Grand Am with Massachusetts plates that read “GODLY”. Casually sitting on the back of the car are the number one contenders to the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championships are Kyra Johnson and Ken Davison. They are wearing matching outfits consisting of black…
♫♫ They don’t eat, don’t sleep They don’t feed, they don’t seethe Bare their gums when they moan and squeak Lick the dirt off a larger one’s feet They don’t push, don’t crowd Congregate until they’re much too loud Fuck to procreate till they are dead Drink the blood of their so-called best friend ♫♫ A charcoal colored sedan pulled up outside a familiar building…
Ricci could see angels in the redwood grove, or so it seemed. Standing before him, taking assessment of him gentle faces, pale in the darkness, eyes luminous and inquisitive and kind. But even in that meager moon like glow, he was unable to sustain a hope of angels. It was not that he was a religious man by any means, he just wanted to know…
Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson were continuing to build a life together. A much better life than either of them would have had had they not have found one another when they did. Once upon a time though, the pair would have never thought they’d be where they’re at right now, because once upon a time the only thing that the two of them shared…
On the winding two-lane blacktop, Michelle Templeton handled the Mustang with an expertise that Antonio Ricci admired, but she drove too fast. “You’ve got a heavy foot,” Antonio says. Michelle grins at her beau.. “Better than a big butt.” “You’ll get us killed.” “Mom has rules about being late for dinner.” “Being late is better than being dead for dinner.” “You’ve never met my mom….
A bright white sheet of paper lays on the counter-top, a stark contrast to the slate grey marble that rests below it. An empty piece of paper, with a purple pen set on top, the lid seemingly lost amid the less than stellar organization inside the New York condo that houses one Lucy Wylde and Joseph Lee. Arranged on the floor beneath the bar-top area…
Hey, girl, stop what you’re doin’ Hey, girl, you’ll drive me to ruin I don’t know what it is I like about you, but I like it a lot Won’t you let me hold you, now, let me feel your lovin’ touch Communication breakdown, it’s always the same Havin’ a nervous breakdown, a’ drive me insane “Have you ever felt like you were falling?”…
Dearest Lucille, I hear you’ve been looking for me. As fate would have it, whilst you’ve been looking for me – I’ve been watching you all along. What a lovely home you have, and such an interesting pair you and your… little boy-toy are. Things don’t look like they’re going very well for the two of you. You look upset, Lucille. So very upset. If…
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…
February 20th 2021 – 10:17AM – Not Recording The Davison Residence – Baltimore, Maryland “I gotta go back over to the condo to grab a few things..” I mutter to no one in particular, stepping out of the living room and towards the front door of Ken’s place. I haven’t been back over there since last week when I came home to find the entire…
CJ Wylde
Antonio Ricci
Isaiah Luck
Ken Davison
Kyra Johnson
Lucy Wylde
Magdalena Lockheart
Sam Action