Come; sink with me
Novels
From Violet Vickers to works, as of yet, unfinished; bible-black and starless are my genres. Bad things happening to not-so-bad people, but there’s always a light at the end of the story.
Stories
Good ideas don’t need to be three-hundred pages long. Flashes of a wider world are all it takes to colour the mind curious; curious enough to long for, want for and need more of… I do them, too.
Poetry
The brain is an incongruent mess of an organ. Meaning can be derived from nothing and, sometimes, nothing has meaning. Poetry is a great outlet for emotions I don’t know how to process.
Fresh Dregs From The depths:
“Thirteen, thirteen years; they had flown by faster than I was able to reach the bottom of the stairs. Hundreds of cases have darkened my door in that shapeless time… Though this one, I felt, would be different.” — Violet Vickers
AJ Carney 