Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Strip Clubs
Strip clubs weren’t a venue of choice; it was too easy to get distracted by a change in the music or the way the disco spotlights would twirl. That night, however, as he sat and waited, he watched the ice … Continue reading
Freshly Expired
He could taste the hot copper of spilled blood; it ran over his cheek and joined with the runnel caught in the edgecurve of his nose, then split again, one river brightly glistening over nostril and philtrum, while the other … Continue reading
Sharply Blue
He remembered the first time he thought he was going to die. Blood reddened his white shirt, ran over his chest and shoulders, wet and warm and somehow wrong — the sight of blood disturbs some; the sight of one’s … Continue reading
With Your Heavy Fists
Pull the words out from behind my eyes; they’re saltstained and tearfresh. Every time he looks to his right, there is bittenback fury — he’s so tired of hearing the same thing over and and over and over and over … Continue reading
Wearing The Bones And Blood
His leaving was unremarked by everyone, save for the girl, who felt hollow with his going. In the other bedroom, Claire whispered “Come back,” but no one could hear her in their own dreams. Less than an hour later, however, … Continue reading