God Is In The Radio

December 2024

  • Christ On A Pogo Stick

    This cold rain is pissing me off like a teething baby raccoon going through my underwear. Why did I have to spill the raw essence of my soul just to buy a popsicle? Everything’s gone sideways. The neighbors don’t even… Continue reading

    Christ On A Pogo Stick
  • The Poisoned Kiss – Part II: The Lure of Forbidden Love

    Céline stood under the cathedral’s spire, the moonlight casting soft silver shadows on the cobblestones. The faint whispers of the Seine reached her ears as she waited, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. She told herself she had wandered… Continue reading

    The Poisoned Kiss – Part II: The Lure of Forbidden Love
  • Winter’s Breath

    Darkness falls, indomitableA tide we cannot stemMy fingers clutch the trembling penWhile the chaos of glowing screensDevours the morning light The sweetness of separation temptsA fleeting mirage we craveAre we not all threads intertwined?Bound to the vast streamOf shared consciousness?Now… Continue reading

    Winter’s Breath
  • The Poisoned Kiss – Part I: A City of Shadows

    Paris in the 18th century was a city unlike any other, both luminous and dark, a place where the vibrance of life danced precariously close to the edge of despair.  By day, it hummed with the clatter of carriages on… Continue reading

    The Poisoned Kiss – Part I: A City of Shadows
  • A Vampire’s Dream Job

    Vlad had spent centuries perfecting the art of subtlety. As a vampire, blending into modern society required a certain finesse—no more cloaks, no more ominous castles. He’d traded his gothic aesthetic for a crisp white shirt, though his taste for… Continue reading

    A Vampire’s Dream Job
  • The Circus of Shadows

    The poster appeared overnight, pasted crookedly on the crumbling wall of an alley. Its ink shimmered faintly in the dim light, the words whispering to anyone curious enough to look closer: The Circus of Shadows—One Night Only. Under the New… Continue reading

    The Circus of Shadows
  • Marcus and The Machine

    The hospital room was dim and sterile, illuminated only by the cold hum of fluorescent lights overhead. A half-eaten tray of congealed soup sat on the bedside table, untouched for hours. The call button hung loosely from the side of… Continue reading

    Marcus and The Machine