Pen of the Damned » zkullis

The deafening volume in the hallway was cut short by yet another scene of ruthlessness. Terri was pulling a math book out of the bottom of his locker when something heavy crashed into him, drivin...

https://penofthedamned.com/2016/11/15/fairy/

His first cognizant thought was how oddly comfortable he felt. The old football injury didn’t ache in the background like it had for seemingly countless years. And the city was quiet…  Since...

https://penofthedamned.com/2016/08/30/the-glory/

“I’ve heard it said that the first time is always the best, but that’s bullshit.  It gets better with every experience.  Pain, loathing, hatred and excitement, all rolled up into one mome...

https://penofthedamned.com/2016/06/14/urges/

John stooped down and picked up a handful of the warm red dirt and let the fine material fall through his fingers as he hiked.  The land had always reminded him of blood.   It wasn’t the col...

https://penofthedamned.com/2016/03/29/blood-and-dirt/

Her feet made no sound as they padded across the cold stone floor.  She knew he was busy, but she had waited for such a long time.  Besides, what father could resist his only daughter?  He put...

https://penofthedamned.com/2016/01/12/of-books-and-men/

Screeching tires broke through the tunes raging in Mark’s headphones. He lifted a middle finger before he raised his eyes to see who was honking at him. “Get the hell out of the road asshole,...

https://penofthedamned.com/2015/05/05/the-lie/

 Her feet traveled up the roughly hewn steps with quiet ease. Ageless, she moved with immortal agility and timeless grace. The ethereal shimmer of her gown accentuated her femininity as she clim...

https://penofthedamned.com/2015/02/17/sypheun/

The moonless night embraced Chris as he stood in the foothills high above the small town. He cowered underneath the empty sky and swallowed the bile that was his self-loathing. Disgust paraded ac...

https://penofthedamned.com/2014/12/02/enough/

The throaty growl of the engine rumbled louder as he sped up. Wind whipped his long dark hair behind him as he gunned his motorcycle through the curve. The open road was freedom. It didn’t care...

https://penofthedamned.com/2014/09/16/whats-underneath/

“Demosthenes, bring my drink.” His voice was a command. His words an edict. This was how he ruled his business, and business was pretty damned good. Beleth relaxed in his large chair and held...

https://penofthedamned.com/2014/07/01/mergers-and-acquisitions/