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
NOTE: This is a first draft of an old version of Book Two. As of writing, I’m writing the second version. So, this is basically nonsense. It’s still cool though, so I’m keeping it up. Chapter One I had spent about three months in...
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...
by Kenneth Clay
The fluorescent lights buzzed and hummed overhead. The whole room was a stark white. The television was on, but it played nothing but PBS shows. I laid in bed, eating the hospital’s slop for dinner. My knee was still in pain. James was sat in the chair across...
