Note:
This short story contains sexual situations and is intended for a mature audience. (Comparable to an "R" rated movie.)
Excerpt:
Darkness.
Silence.
Peace.
For me, these things are inseparable. For only when I find the first two elusive prizes can the latter be found.
My peace is shattered by the piercing squeals of my alarm clock. I find my shotgun which is always laid beside my bed -- loaded -- and aim blindly towards the source of the offending noise. The bright orange flash quickly cuts through the night and stops the alarm's droning. I lose more alarm clocks that way.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
