D.R. Connery
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My writing is the hand that grabs you and forces you against the wall, showing you all the things you don't want to see; the more painful the images are, the more you will learn from them.
Reject escapism, for there is no escape.
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Blood Money
If walking the streets at night is suicide, then suicide is just part of my job. I'm standing on a sidewalk in downtown Hell, leaning against a brick building like it's there to comfort me in the night. Tonight is a kill-yourself evening like any other, and my surroundings are perfect mood material. Scattered lampposts highlight a dingy, dirty street that nobody with good intentions and common sense wants anything to do with. Other women stand at different points on the street like hard-used mannequins on the world's least glamorous shop window. Goods for sale, to any man or woman with enough hard-earned money and desperation.
By D.R. Connery5 years ago in Horror
