Author: Damien Wolfe

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.  It’s a saying that’s gotten me through life.  For instance, a woman walked into my office, think her name was Karen, and she asked me to approve something.  Now, as

Growing up I had a bully he would always hurt the weaker kids.  He was the fancied himself a trophy hunter of sorts.  Viewing everyone he made fear him as another prize for his mantle.  He started stalking me where I would work

Have you ever seen a blister from a burn fester, it’s disgusting.   It will eventually pop and ooze fluids in a vain attempt to clean itself.  While in the open air of Arcadia it can become a maggot infested mess.  Becoming more necrotic

I knew a repair man he was damned good at what he did.  He had this tool belt with everything you could think of to fix any problem.  If he needed nails placed with perfect precision, he had his trusty nail gun

I had a dream the other night, it was weird really.    There was this giant metal contraption situated upon these metal rails.  The metal monster towered over the tallest men in Arcadia.  It was massive, it was fast, and nothing would stand in its

Watching the wildlife of Arcadia has always been a hobby of mine.  It’s lead to some interesting sights.  It was over the course of a few weeks that I actually followed a moose, a truly majestic creature in the woodland biome of this forsaken

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,