Author: Damien Wolfe

As I sit here sharing a holding cell with Arcadia’s oldest fucking child.  Awaiting whatever fate the Arcadian judicial system has for me.  I’m reminded that most turn to religion and worship when they hear those bars slam home.   I’ve seen many

We used to go to a place my parents called the Arcadian Fun House.  They told me it was the place where all the fun people in Arcadia lived, this included my Aunt Gerty.  They would take me there and I would hear

My father’s brother Frank came to live with us for a bit when I was younger.  Now Frank ate our food, drank our water, and took up our space.  He was a silver tongued son of a gun.  So, any time my dad

I had a brother, Howard.  He was strong, smart, and pure of heart.  My mum and dad adored Howie because he aspired to be a hero.  They would often look at me and say, “Damien why can’t you be like your brother Howie,

I like studying my surroundings, it’s one of the reasons I’ve been able to survive here in the chaos of Arcadia.   Once I watched as a candle flickered in the night, I saw a moth darting back and forth around the flame.  Some say

Broken, bleeding, and his life in tatters a young man sat in mixture of blood, some he assumed was his own but most was from the bodies that lay before him.  Looking as if torn apart by a pack of wild

I once watched a woman’s dress unravel before my eyes.  She stood embarrassed and humiliated, why?   It was all due to one loose thread, that one imperfection which got hung up on something, and it reduced her beautiful piece of fashion to

I used to own a dog, curious git that it was. Liked to rove around and explore, well his propensity adventuring got us both into trouble. Because he well, he liked pissing, and he didn’t much enjoy being told where

In the desert of Arcadia there are birds, these birds they circle overhead when they see a creature near death, and before they swoop in to feast on their prey, they let out a fatal screech, and the last song the dying

Do you know what’s fun for good old Conservator Wolfe? Having people asking him all the time, “Sign off on this for me”, “Grant me this permit”, and my favorite, “It’s for the orphans”.  I am sorry if I sound sarcastic,