Desert Nomad

No one, not even Bvrenda, ever knew for sure how the fire had started.

The creature’s abdomen and hindquarters were similar to that of a Jurassic earwig, with a long slimy tail punctuated by two deadly pinchers.

What Pandora didn’t know, was that she could never be free. Because even her impulse for freedom had been hacked by the Satanists...

Wailing passionately to the dark goddess, Mandy outstretched her pasty white blue veined arms in dire supplication to the forces of evil.

Bvrenda appreciated Santa in the purely Jungian and archetypal sense. He was seated in realm of beliefs, which are fragile, and do not hold

Even when Mandy’s father, who she referred to as “Uncle Rex,” was physically absent, he left a vacuum of sin in his wake that haunted his...

“I should have grabbed a coat hanger and yanked that demon seed out of my uterus and flushed her down the toilet myself...

The ducks and geese were gargantuan, with enormous heads that were completely out of proportion to their bodies.

Bvrenda was addicted to Tarot. She began feverishly shuffling the cards.

Just as she was about to pierce her right index finger and write out a long list of bad intentions in blood, her cell phone received a text.

“Sublime.” Nobody understood what she meant. No one could see anything sublime in her grotesque and untimely release from this mortal coil.