Pyre of Envy XIII: Unknown Friends

The white natural light was siphoned by the wide dark green branches, in the gaps light escaped and diffused, casting grey luminous shades of light over the sidewalk. The clouds had thinned allowing for some cool white light to fill the sky. “What’s the deal with you hanging with Sandy lately?” Corklin asked. He carried …

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​My knees are sore and bleeding, but I am standing in a flood of booze, disinfecting my wounds from the inside out, when I take a sip of the margerita in front of me. I look at the bar and the crowd  of drunk people, how they are cracking jokes, playing drinking games, dancing and …

Pyre of Envy XII: Same Old, Same Old

​As they walked into the bookstore a bell dinged. After a quick scan, they noticed they were one of the few customers inside the store, the environment was tranquil and cool. Just the way Rolemn preferred it. Busy stores made him uneasy, he’d always feel like he was bound to screw something up and that …

Pyre of Envy XI: Indebted to You

“Don’t you think it’s wrong?” said Rolemn as they walked past the campus’ main library, a long five stories high mammoth guarded by pruned trees and shrubs. They were on their way to the book store. Overcast, the main library looked like a hibernating transformer, resting on a green hill.  Corklin glanced at him. “This …

Pyre of Envy X: In Your Ignorance

​Rolemn should have been mad at Erica but he wasn’t. All that filled his mind was that kiss. His mind trotted around alternative endings of that physical encounter with Erica, erotic and indulgent. Thoughts that weren’t easy to control, the more he tried repressing them the more vivid and elaborate they became. He thought of …

Pyre of Envy IX: Erica

​ On Monday morning,  Rolemn’s phone beeped, a message alert. He had been in bed since yesterday morning when Sandy brought him breakfast. Still he felt a tired, he told himself he was going to ignore his morning alarm, the warm embrace of his blankets so soft and consoling as a mother’s arms. To add …

Pyre of Envy VIII: Aftermath

​When Rolemn opened his eyes he ceaselessly stared at the ceiling. No thoughts in his head. Just a harrowing hollowness gnawing at his mind vitality. He lay immobile in his bed, not feeling familiar to himself like he’d crawled into a shriveled corpse. His alarm went off but he was too tired to move, the …

Pyre of Envy VII: If You’ll Trust Me

​The wait was long. Making  it unbearable was  the Ritalin bottle posing as a searing seductress on the desk. Corklin turned to YouTube to help him distract himself from the growing compulsion to start using without Rolemn. None of the Youtube videos he watched proved effective enough.. He slumped back into his chair swiveled around …

Pyre of Envy VI: All Things Permissible

​Rolemn awoke to a hastened knock on the door.  Who the fuck is that? he thought as he climbed out of his bed and grabbed his pants from the floor.  He slid into them and stumbled to the door while zipping up. He rested his hands on the door handle before he unlatching the door, …

Pyre of Envy V: Old Habits

Killian returned from the club not tired as he was supposed to, completely proud of what he had accomplished last night. He sold more inventory than he thought possible and all it took was a simple bar hopping trick. His instincts were right, the earlier he went, although not many people were out yet, the …