by Kenneth Clay
I was at a bar in Dallas. I had driven from Minnesota in a week. What took so long was the fact that I just decided to spin around in circles across the Midwest. It was rather cheap there, so I still had a good surplus of money. I’d stash it inside the seats,...
by Kenneth Clay
On a train in Minnesota. I boarded it two hours before with no goal in sight. I simply liked the act of traveling. I stared out the window and saw the forests, the rivers, and even the trees dead from bushfires. We had passed through a town that seemed dusty and old...
by Kenneth Clay
Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I had driven here from Vegas in three days. I wasn’t sure what to expect. More casinos, more bars, and perhaps even something a little different? After what had happened with Cassandra, I decided I needed a break from shallow...
by Kenneth Clay
Midnight. Somewhere outside a motel six in downtown Phoenix. The full moon was in the sky and surrounded by gray, ghastly clouds. It was seventy-six degrees outside. A fine summer night. An even finer night for meeting someone. Outside room two-seventy-six, a woman...
by Kenneth Clay
This is a project I’m working on inspired by my short story Cassie. It’s basically the same premise. A psychopathic young man who cannot connect with others on an aimless road trip across the country. It’s split into several interconnected short...
by Kenneth Clay
My father and I used to always be at each other’s throats. We’d scream and argue all the time and we’d never treat each other well. Because of this, I mentioned a line about this in my Soft White Underbelly interview a year-and-a-half ago and it...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out. Blank Arizona fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far distance, a herd of cows. Under my tire laid a roadkill raccoon. I leaned against my car, puffing on a cigarette. The sun was high in the...
by Kenneth Clay
I have psychotic depression. It’s not that I’m suicidal or hearing voices constantly. In fact, I’m happy and have a lot of good in my life. i just struggle sometimes. It feels like I mainly deal with the “negative symptoms” of...
by Kenneth Clay
Chapter One I had spent about three months in Seattle, Washington recovering from my last job in Texas. Had no wife. No home. I just kind of hopped from state to state on my motorcycle and my FBI money. The vagabond life was for me. And now, here I was at AA. It was...
by Kenneth Clay
AND NOW, A CLOSING TRANSMISSION FROM THE ARCTURUS SYSTEM The machinery hummed and beeped. There were tubes in my nose and I did not know why. I had been in the hospital for the bullet Gretchen put in me. Though I did deal the final blow. I remembered state troopers...
