Short stories in a corner of the web

 Hi there! Well, I did say that I was going to try and update as I could. So, there is another update (not another story yet; I'm currently juggling two and a query letter haha).  Before my life as a fictional author, I was a music journalist. Specifically a journalist that covered the wild and varied world of industrial music.  Since I found out about Authory, I figured the best thing to do is to gather all the articles here . You can read about the shows I've covered, people I've interviewed and the odd movie review here and there. I'm hoping I can keep it going because I heard it's good for prospective authors to at least have a dedicated sample of their writing somewhere. I mean, that's what this is for too, but still.  Variety. Have a good rest of the week!

 Oh look, an update that ISN'T a story?  It honestly should be more of a thing, but eh. Anyway, I intend on trying to update things as best as I can. As we all know, life has never ever respected anything in the way of plans. But, shouldn't stop me from trying anyway. For the moment, this will be my centralized homepage in my pursuit of becoming an author. At least until I can figure out the best way to craft a site that reflects me as a person and a writer. Even in my mid thirties, I'm still trying to figure out the best way to describe me. Life, right? Anyway, consider this as a 'pardon the mess' type post. I'll be back at it with more short stories and the like. Later! -D

 Early Monday morning, not a cloud in the sky. Not a bad day to go to confession, thought Hadrian. He peered up at the sunny sky through his red tinted sunglasses. No clue why he felt so good about going to confession, but it has been some time.  The street was awash with people; some were just enjoying the seasonable weather while others were socializing and taking in the sights. A few whispered to each another and cast occasional glances at Hadrian. And why wouldn't they? He was a tall man about 6 feet tall, waist length locs, glistening umber skin, and impeccably dressed in a three piece suit? Of course there'd be looks. He looked over the rim of his sunglasses at the occasional passerby and winked at them. There were a few excited sounds coming from people, and he smiled about that. Doesn't hurt to make someone's day. Whether or not they were truthful doesn't matter; it was the experience. He entered the open doors of the cathedral, a cool breeze greeting him as...