Clay Robbins
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Clay is a Teacher.
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Back in the Game
Huh?” was all Leo could muster after a long silence. He sat on the lumpy mattress. His right elbow pressed into his thigh and his left fist pressed into the other thigh. His right fist was holding up his forehead. Dead weight. His silver cross swayed about his neck.
By Clay Robbins9 months ago in Fiction
My Light
Vivid dreams in a world of black. From the brink you pull me back. Insanity pulls and scratches at my face,but impurity is washed away by your embrace.Past troubles cover my hands in blood, You wash away my hate like a flood.Life throws chaos and despair in my wake while your warmth will not let me break. Words my mouth will not let you hear, In my heart shall never disappear. Forever is gone too quickly; One day seems to last an eternity. In your heart lies love's great magnificence,
By Clay Robbinsabout a year ago in Poets
The Great Eminence Front
“What are you doing here?” Kazuki asked. Raiden was surprised by this response. “Why… I’m here to check on you. I heard about my homeless shelter burning down so I wanted to check on you.” Raiden said trying to hide the shaking in his voice. “Your building?” Kazuki mu4ered to himself. “What did you say young man?” Raiden aked. “Get the camera out of here.” Kazuki states sternly. “Why son? Are you camera shy?” Raiden joked with a fake chuckle. Kazuki stared at Raiden with a sharp look before sta0ng, “Fine then… Let the world know you burned down that shelter.” Raiden’s face grew angry and turned to his cameraman “Turn o@ the camera.” Raiden then turned around and looked at Kazuki. “What the hell are you talking about?” Raiden tried to keep his voice down, but the anger was very present in his voice. “You had that shelter built right?” Kazuki asked in a solemn tone. “Yes, but that has nothing to do with it burning down!” Raiden retorted. Kazuki con0nued to talk in his solemn tone, “You didn’t strip the resin from the wood that made the building.” Shock swept over Raiden’s face. “I had no control over how it was built… the architecture 9rm that built it is to blame.” Kazuki then sat straight up and started to raise his voice, “That’s ridiculous! You know damn well that YOU hired that company and YOU had control of how they built it!” Raiden lost his temper and shouted “Fine, you’re right! I wanted to build that shelter so I could burn it down and take you worthless pieces of garbage down with it!” Kazuki stared at Raiden as he con0nued to confess. “Homeless people are a burden on society so I wanted to send them to hell where they belong!” Kazuki then switched back to his solemn tone and asked, “Why?” Kazuki paused for a minute before con0nuing “Why would you want to kill hundreds of people?” A-er that sentence, Kazuki thought about Akia the day of the 9re. “What made you
By Clay Robbinsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Beginning of a Serial Killer
A slight thud is heard from inside the house. This house is two stories high with a brick finish, and has the same wallpaper for almost every room. Except in the parent's bedroom was a gray color with stains of red colored against the walls. The red coming from a woman's blood. A man of about six feet tall is dragging a woman who is half dead with a slice from her lower neck to her waist. With each step the man took, the woman's cut sprayed with more blood everywhere. Finally the man dragged her outside of the house and threw her into one of the holes that was dug in the backyard. He dug the dirt back into the hole until all the hole was filled with the dirt. The airless void the woman was dug into suffocated the last bit of life from her. She was buried alive, with the dirt stinging at her wound up until the moment of her death.
By Clay Robbins2 years ago in Horror
