Glimpse into a Dystopian Mind

I know I haven't been writing like I told myself I would. Too many demons drawing my attention to places it shouldn't be, infecting my thoughts... I feel at times I do not belong here. If you are reading this, send me a note to let me know someone is out there, and if you are one of those who know me personally, shoot me a message, i could use it. The pit is deep, the demons are viscous, strong, and relentless. Peace only comes in tiny doses measured in mere hours...

Here is another older writing I had forgotten about, i know some of you have seen it before but for those who haven't I hope you enjoy. Sunsets, purple and orange while winter storms rage. Bright midnights, every fragment of light reflecting from the untouched surface of fresh snow. An unseen weight crushing your chest as you try and sleep off a 103 degree fever in some $20 a night flop house, using your shoes as a pillow in hopes they won't be stolen. Roused from restless sleep at some ungodly pre dawn hour by the mad ramblings and vomiting sounds of a 40 something sober drunk in the throws of the DT's. 2 bottles of cheap cough syrup and the better part of a 3 day old bagel and I was ready to continue on this journey... The road ahead is glossy dark, unwilling to even hint at it's dangers...

Forward: I originally wrote this in 3 different parts, so I decided to publish them together (and edit them) over here. i have several ideas for where this story is headed so if you like it, don't worry this wont be the last time we see these 2. Thanks again for reading,                               "T" a.k.a. the Hermit Villain     Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, the clock radio says its 2:43 am through its cracked plastic lens. Fragments of blue-white light from the street lamps sneak past the makeshift blackout curtain on the rooms’ only window. Days, weeks, years of memories replaying in a confused state, no logic no order just chaos...startled from thought, feeling a hand on the small of his back, he had almost forgotten she was there. She asks what's wrong and he lies to her telling her it's nothing. Turning to look at his bed mate, he catches a glimpse of her soft hourglas...

     Hello to you if you are reading this! I'm back again and trying to write (again). I hope you enjoy my writing, my oddness, my dystopian view for the worlds I create, and the honesty I try to share from time to time about things in my (real) world. If you enjoy please comment, ask questions, and share with others who may also enjoy. Thank you all for reading!

     A flip of a switch, greetings from the cold uncaring buzz of the florescent light in the room you scrounged for too long to rent, its walls caked in too many layers of old eggshell white paint. No matter what is done that faint smell of mildew and desperation won't leave this place. The water looks better this morning, a faint tan tinge to it, and it shouldn't taste too awful as cheap coffee. Is this really better than the daily hustle that things used to be about? A "home" instead of crashing wherever, responsibly not recklessness, relationships instead of random hookups... Off to the dead end grind of "real life" with shitty coffee and dreams.

     A graying well-muscled obese man throws a stained bloody shirt toward the sink in his run-down room in some seedy pay by the week motel. Sitting on the end of the stained mattress he pauses, looking at his huge scarred and broken hands. He coughs and hacks, spitting blood onto the threadbare carpet. Moving to the sink he rinses his mouth of its reddish black film and begins to scrub at the soiled shirt with a tiny bar of white soap. Looking himself in the mirror, carcass a collage of scars he is reminded of what brought him to this place.      A tiny elven like girl maybe 13 years old, glowing pink hair and pale blue hoodie sodden from the cold winter rain taps on an off-white door labeled “#17” at the back of a seedy motel. Her exaggerated anime-like makeup is streaking down her face from the rain and tears. Shaking from the cold rain and fear, she flinches as a large man opens the door, standing there wordlessly.      H...