Category Archives: fiction

Part Roku

Posted on January 24, 2022 by krisoakey

Firmly grasped, the knife slid across the table, dragging his fist along with it. Ed didn’t want to do it, not at all, and complained to himself like an annoying 5 year old with an anger problem turning red in … Continue reading →

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Part Phive

Posted on January 8, 2022 by krisoakey

Ed was an average heighted dude and constantly dressed both for style and function – Under Armour and Oakley tended to be his go-to’s. With a shaved head topped upon his reasonably athletic build, he was constantly asked if he … Continue reading →

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Part FOOOOOORE

Posted on December 29, 2021 by krisoakey

Ed and Nicole had been together for over 10 years at this point. They were each other’s best friend. Not codependent upon one another, but they made a great team between the two of them. She was young when he … Continue reading →

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Part Twee!

Posted on December 19, 2021 by krisoakey

Was it a dream? ‘Course it was. How many edibles did I eat last night? Did I bring the mushrooms…? No, I left those at home. Okay, so definitely a dream. Maybe some weird energies floating around these woods. Thank … Continue reading →

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Part 2

Posted on December 11, 2021 by krisoakey

“Fucking goats? Really?” Their names were Salt and Pepper, but there was really no telling any difference between the two… unless you were some sort of certified goat expert. The pair of big-eared and big-bearded animals wandered about their fenced … Continue reading →

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Part One

Posted on December 3, 2021 by krisoakey

It felt arthritic. He massaged his hand as if he was shaking off the pain from someone stepping on it. In between the fingers, the palm, the knuckles… they ached. Pulling on the fingers, digging deep into the tissue between … Continue reading →

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