Novelist & Short Story Writer
Sam Burkes likely had one of the most fitting nicknames of anyone in history. Even without his mottled face, hooked beak of a nose, and hunched back draped with black, greasy locks of hair, the name "The Vulture" was apropos. Sam "The Vulture" Burkes shred his sustenance off of the bones of the dead and... Continue Reading →
"Well, well, well... if it ain't the pee-pee brothers! You guys mess your pants? Running home to your mommy to change your Underoos?" Peter and Philip Price turned to see their childhood tormentor, Trey Coleman, fondling a nerf football in his greasy hands and giving them a menacing stare that said: What? What are you gonna... Continue Reading →