by Kenneth Clay
Finished the second draft of How To Go Back in Time – Book One. Also currently arguing with my publisher over whether or not to send letters with sex jokes in them to early copy reviewers. Kallisti Publishing is the way! As it stands right now, I’ve built...
by Kenneth Clay
So… I think I may actually not be shouting into the void. I got recognized in public the other day. I was doing Walmart grocery deliveries with a buddy. We pulled up to this one house, and this kid my age went, “You’re Kenneth. Right?” And...
by Kenneth Clay
It’s 2:30 AM, and I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my side by hitting the bong too hard. I recently got gifted this huge fuckin’ jar of weed and went through it in three months. It’s been eight months since the SWU interview and I’m...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled into the bar, and found it to be a barren wasteland. A parking lot of fifteen spaces, only four taken up. Some of the employees must’ve parked in the back, that I knew. And that told me there was maybe ten people inside all together. The club was buried...
by Kenneth Clay
Irwin woke up back in his bed with a slight fog. Nothing too bad, just a little noticeable. And the second he got up and rubbed his eyes, his phone rang: “Hello?” “Irwin, how goes it?” It was his boss. “How do you always manage to call me right when I wake up?”...
by Kenneth Clay
And now, these next two chapters are later in Book One. Irwin arrived at the hospital just as the sun was beginning to go under the mountains. Desert sunsets were always the most beautiful. Shades of purple and pink stretching over the horizon. It created a vibe. The...
by Kenneth Clay
Hey there! This is from a book series I’m working on with a publisher attached. It’s the opening chapter. Keep your ears and eyes out for a series titled, “How To Go Back in Time.” “Wake up, Mr. Sander.” “Wake up, now.” “Wake up.”...
by Kenneth Clay
Alright, let’s take a little break. Relax. Breathe in. Feel it flow through your chest cavity, and your nose. Stretch a little bit. I decided to put a pause here, because I think you need it. We’ve ended on a bit of a high-note, so I feel this is welcome....
by Kenneth Clay
Payte walks around his small Arizona town at night. He has his vape, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter on him. In the pocket of his shirt is a fifth of Popov vodka that he sips on. He gave a homeless man twenty bucks for it, and bought him breakfast with that money....
by Kenneth Clay
It’s hard to put into words where I’m at right now. The little poster of neon pyramids on my wall kind of swarms and swirls. Slowly, but surely, reality is breaking down. It’s like I’m just the tiniest drop in an infinite oceans. My ego is...
