For what I think is the third year in a row I revisited these stories again. A collection of admittedly bleak, nihilistic short stories I wrote during college mainly for writing workshops. About five inter-connected characters, none of them very good people.
I think I was aiming for Hemingway meets Brett Easton Ellis meets some rather familiar assholes everyone knew from college.
Take a gander if you like: Dirt On Our Hands.
1 COMMENTS:
Bullseye and aces! Intrigued. Ellis wrote some mean ass shit. Will scope. Thanks!
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