by Kenneth Clay
Payte wanders the highway with his fists curled up inside his pockets. His breathing is panicked. Adrenaline courses through his veins. Return to me, Payte. Heed my calling, feel my words, really, just let them flow through. I need you. And you need me. Let’s be...
by Kenneth Clay
We had gotten the van back. I laid awake on the cold dirt, sweating profusely, and clenching my teeth. I could absolutely not get out of my head. My thoughts swarmed and shoved and pushed, until there was nothing left but one single thought alone: Sure, I had had a...
by Kenneth Clay
I remember all of us walking back to the van in silence. It was like we knew what was coming. When Thomas saw Jack, lying on the seat, cold and dead, there was nothing. Then Travis came over, and then nothing. Just shock. Our brains couldn’t handle it. Then...
by Kenneth Clay
Seagulls flew far above in the sky, circling the ocean, and swooping down only to rise back up again. An endless cycle. The clouds were a milky gray that blotted out the sun, leaving only dim traces of light. The water was a dark gray and icy cold. You couldn’t...
by Kenneth Clay
We were in the Vermont boondocks, heading North-East through miles of snow-covered hills. There was nothing but the moon shining down on us in all of it’s glory, and the barren road ahead. No man was around, not at that time of night. If you spend enough time...
by Kenneth Clay
“THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!” I yelled as I kicked a rock over. It rolled across the road, and down an embankment. Hold on, I need to do some explaining. We were cruising up to New York for supply when Jack was sitting in the driver’s seat, flipping through his cash....
by Kenneth Clay
You know what? Totally feel free to skip this chapter. As long as your okay with missing some totally badass and orgasmic writing, of course. Jeremy sits on a rock, overlooking the sea. The waves come to the sand and recede back into the ocean. Jeremy thinks about how...
by Kenneth Clay
“Maybe we should go to rehab.” Thomas muttered. He was laying across the seats with his eyes closed, bathing in the warmth of smack. After Travis came to the bar, we had a few drinks and then went on our way. We made it out of Pittsburgh and headed to Cleveland for...
by Kenneth Clay
Travis walks along the desolate Iowan sidewalk. There’s little oak trees growing by the sides of the concrete. He passes a few houses that look like mini-mansions. The people who owns these houses must be lawyers or something. Hell, they’re probably on a...
by Kenneth Clay
Five days. Five days of non-stop decadent, hedonistic, euphoric, body-relaxing, mind-numbing, highs. Five days of constant injections and flying. Five days of spending hours in a stall. Five days of sleeping in abandoned houses. Five days of needles being pressed into...
