Category: Stories (page 1 of 9)

My fiction and non-fiction stories.

Mania

Another day, another set of pills.
This is the life for the mentally ill.
Chastised for not being normal,
Like it’s our own fault we’re abnormal.
A chemical imbalance is what they say.
Suck it up, ignore, and it will all go away.
We want the same. Perhaps not at first.
But the mania and depression make our minds want to burst..... Continue Reading...

Julie

“You have to consider your brother.” her former employer said.

“What?” Julie asked in protest.

“He’s been diagnosed, as you are aware.”

“It’s not exactly a death sentence.” Julie stated.

Julie was currently working for a well-established law firm. She began actually enjoying practicing law.

“He’s a liability, and I think you can understand that.”

Julie’s temper hit the boiling point..... Continue Reading...

The Russian

“But the death penalty isn’t even in effect anymore!” she screamed.

She was right. This was good ol’ Cali-forn-i-a.

“It was in 2014. Putting prisoners to death is against the law there.”

“Exactly!” I screamed back. “He’s been sitting there for a good ten years, tops. He’ll be grumpy and ready to talk.”

“Who are you after?” Julie demanded.

“Alexei Ivanov is the man I’m after..... Continue Reading...

Embracing the Shell

Embracing the shell was Jason’s next big Mindefusement move. He just had to convince the absolutely one person to convince: Mindefusement’s lead counsel, Julie Biggs.

“Julie, I’ve set this up so we can talk about this new character assassination project.”

“Shouldn’t be done, Jason, I’ve made that clear.”

“Well, you said it would fuck us.” Jason replied.

“Not would. If we do this, you might as well get your résumé curated.”

Julie was right to not want to do this..... Continue Reading...

Andrews

“So I’ve watched every single Final Destination movie that has ever, ever, come out, and I have this one death scene I absolutely have to fucking see.” Andrews screamed enthusiastically to the other Google Hangout members.

“Go ahead,” Roth agreed.

“So it’s a gas station. There is no body there. Clouds are stormy lookin’. There looks like there’s going to be a fucking tornado, right?”

“So up comes this douche, and I’ll call him the torture douche because that’s what I want to do to him..... Continue Reading...

Stella

Through her small Google Hangout she could make out an array of faces ordered to her beck-and-call.

“So we have the Storyboard people here, Stella. We’d like you to go over your torture scene.”

“Oh, I’ve already explained it.” Stella replied.

The director, Roth, whom they commonly use, reads his note cards: “It says you want a woman’s baby cut out with it burning to death?”

“Exactly.” Stella agreed..... Continue Reading...

Character Assassination

“Thank you all for attending this very important meeting. As I stated in the e-mail, this could very well be an excellent and highly-profitable new venture for our company.”

The room was silent. The oblong table which seats eight was filled to capacity.

Security experts, an ex-FBI agent, the dreaded attorney, and one overworked accountant were among those in attendance.

Standing in front of a dreary and neglected projector screen was the CEO of Mindefusement..... Continue Reading...

Foundation Theory of Relationships

The following is a blatant advertisement and plea for you to buy my Fight Club book Asshole Tax. Go get it. It’s only 99 cents on Amazon and it’s a quick 45 minute read.

What is the Foundation Theory of Relationships

Honestly, I thought the Foundation Theory of Relationships was a concept some genius psychologist coined or made up, or maybe I read it in a book somewhere..... Continue Reading...

Joaquin

The following is a short story. Caution: language

“What we’re talking about is a cheap and easy way to kill your enemies.”

It certainly didn’t seem cheap, and it certainly didn’t seem easy.

You see, I have what some would call a societal stigma. I’m fucked in the head, as some would put it. A bit of a loner, a bit of a sociopath, and perhaps a closet serial killer..... Continue Reading...

The Rejection

Her name was Christina Jimenez. She was my 5th grade crush. Having just come from the Philippines, I was new to American public schools, but she was one of the first smiling faces that lit up my day.

When a door needed opened, I opened it for her. When I saw that she needed to sit down, I found her a chair..... Continue Reading...

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