Author has written 20 stories for Supernatural, General, General, Young Adult, Horror, Action, and Romance.
kamp, a recently graduated college student healing from a broken fifth metatarcel, has been busy trying to scrape together a life that no longer includes carousing with friends, drinking smirnoff triple black, or smoking ciagarettes as an informal protest against hypocritical do-gooders.
Poetry (from least recent to most recent)
A Series of Bloody Awful Poetry: A series of adolescent poetry written during my middle school years. Excuses and weak reasons for having written such things included. As well as some rather aggressive self-critiques from a much older and hopefully more experienced point-of-view.
A Series of Bloody Awful Poetry - Second Stage: A series of not-so-adolescent poetry written during my high school years. No weak excuses or pathetic reasonings. Just a couple of my better poems.
Author's Note: Regarding my poetry collections. It is a nod to Spike who was once known as William the Bloody (Awful Poet) because his poetry had no real foundation in experience and simply expressed a longing for something more, something effulgent.
Prose (from most recent to least recent - older stories still need to be reworked)
The Story of Marc: Marc is confused.
Series and Sequence: She sighs and turns her head toward the window. Then she looks back at me and smiles.
Black On Blue: The situation is still the same. He should've known better than to trust me.
Waiting: She’s looking for me and I won’t keep her waiting.
Turn Around: Do you remember how we laughed? I do. It was beautiful, wasn't it?
Walking the Line: “A storm is coming,” muttered Kathy as she slowly climbed onto the rail.
Just One: I was even worse than you were. I didn’t even try to stop until they put a hole in my throat so I could breathe.
That Day: That day was different. That day the sky fell. My world came to an end.
Something: They didn’t think it was serious. They thought that he would show up soon. Only I knew how right they were…
Dreaming: One night, I had a dream.
Johnny: The kid’s name was Johnny. He was one of those kids that had been in and out of detention centers and Boys’ Homes. He didn’t have many friends.
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