THE DEVIL’S GOSPEL AN EXPERIMENT (PART 2 OF 3) “ON SELF-PROMOTION” So in my last entry, I talked about posting pieces of my novel-in-progress, The Devil’s Gospel, on my blog here. This process involved exposing my softest Writerly parts to the world, and sometimes getting a critic’s broken bottle shoved up my mental vadge. Having […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
THE DEVIL’S GOSPEL AN EXPERIMENT (PART 1 OF 3) “ON EXPOSING YOURSELF” As you may know, it’s been a while since I wrote a blog entry, as the last three weeks have been taken up by posting the first chapter of my novel-in-progress, The Devil’s Gospel, in daily bite-sized pieces. (And am I the only […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby (cont.) I blinked at Frank with my one remaining eye. “Where’s my lawyer?” The cherub pointed his cigar out the diner window, down the block. “See that yellow cargo truck down th—” I didn’t let him finish. In a flash I’d wrenched his fat little palm off my shoulder, broken the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby (cont.) “What?” I gasped. “Sent to Hell forever?” “That’s right.” “No return?” “No return.” “To be eaten by Lucifer?” “Yes.” “Like the other Irredeemables?” “Yes.” “But they disappear there! They unbecome! They just… wipe out!” “That they do.” “But I can’t Non-Exist! I can’t just not Exist!” “Sorry, kid, but that’s […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby (cont.) The light ebbing, Frank patted his vest, searching for something. He cleared his throat, then hawked up a God-sized loogie and spat it into my orange juice, half of which splashed out onto the table. “So,” Frank rasped. “Get the message, chump?” “No,” I bitched. “I mean, hey – appreciate […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby (cont.) “WHAT?” I roared, nearly upending the table off its bolted-down stem. The gas burners in the kitchen shot up to the ceiling, scorching the pedophile cook (who, ironically, screamed like a little girl), while the glasses stacked under the front counter exploded, sending shards into the legs of the Brooklyn […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby (cont.) Frank grinned with all four teeth, and looked me straight in the eye as he licked a glob of chocolate from between his pinky and next-to-last toe. “And I am of the holy cherubim, choir of angels, beloved child envoy of God.” He lowered his saliva-coated foot. “Yet thanks to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
4 The Cigar-Smoking Baby At 4:45 sharp, I popped into Jack’s Ruby on a higher plane. Invisible to most humans, except the occasional schizo or psychic, I established myself in an empty booth next to the front window, then removed the booth and the table to the higher plane, too, though they still appeared fixed […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
3 The Rat (cont.) You know, considering her alternatives, giving this woman hanta virus could be seen as compassionate. FUCK OFF DIE JERK JERK FUCK FUCK! I had to get out of the rat’s body. This tiny brain was killing me. oh HI-larious, assface, and so unexpected. Problem was, tied as I was to the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
