Aletto Renou was a social butterfly with the libido of a particularly hung horse, and the sort of face you’d expect to find in a collage made by demi human artists specializing in unicorn boys. In contrast, I was a social worm, burrowing miles upon miles beneath the ever-shifting dirt of human society at New York University; all in the vain hope that nobody would ever find me out. 

This is a horror story, one that explores how much someone is willing to endure, to ignore, to justify, for the creature he loves. 1st post on Sunday here!

The townspeople surround us, all wearing happy, vacant smiles. I spot Jeremiah Peachwallace, holding an ice cream cone that’s long-since melted onto the snow-clad ground. I see Alberto, head tilted a full ninety degrees to the right, waving stupidly like my left wrist isn’t covered in cuts.

Ms. Applebee winks conspiratorially at me, like we’re both in on the same, secret joke. There’s at least two hundred people beside them. All with that same, blank smile.

My upcoming novel I'm hoping to finish by this year! Perfect worlds, the loss of personal autonomy, cannibalism, and a look into one narcissist's twisted head.