honea byrne

Years ago: The early morning sun rays came out. There was steam and dew off of the surrounding waters that lingered to the parking lot of the unnamed hotel. The owner spent hours before finding a side room. When he stepped outside of it the police were waiting on someone. Heath was outside looking very worried. His hair looked greasy and he was already sweating profusely under his arms. Felicia, formerly known as Monkey, was outside too. When The Owner saw the police he immediately threw his hands in the air surrendering. Heath’s eyes got huge shocked. He was very relieved. He just knew for sure he would be arrested. Heath had a bag of the hybrid weed from The Owner. Coincidentally, two of the five arresting officers were in the car chase many weeks earlier. They had lost The Owner when he dove into raw sewage.   “Thought you said the  coypu  would get him.” “He’s gonna’ wish the  coypu  got him.” The Owner didn’t resist. The officers took him to the ground quick as if he w

The House Of Bachuss (Chapter 1: Take Me To Church) “ ‘You like dat shit uh?” He asked the dealer’s monkey. Her role was more    like a lab rat.   "Monkey," was the dealer’s pet name for her. She was a strung out teenage runaway,    when he met her.   He has her sample all the drugs he gets before he buys. Her name is Felicia. He kind of thought   it was amusing. May not have been her real name; like the crackhead on the movie “Friday.” “Baby come to. Stick with us,” he ordered his woman. Her eyes were getting glazed over. Took about thirty seconds for her to come back. There seemed to always be a party at this house. In its former glory this house was  pristine at all times. The two story structure was once a dental office. It was big enough to have two families live comfortably. That was over a decade ago. Now it was lopsided, had broken windows, pieces of the front were missing exposing the sheet wood. There were always    about thirty addicts there at all ti

"I didn't speak until I was around six years old. I was afraid to speak because all I ever heard was yelling. My parents argued a lot. I heard once that my father saved my mother from hell. She was a woman addicted to drugs, looking for anyone to save her. My father worked in a funeral home. Once, he was involved in a cult case 'The Harvest Moon.' I was in a back room of the morgue because, as usual, my mother left me there. I somehow wondered into the examining room. At the wrong; or was it the right time? When I walked in I saw the corpse of the cult leader Zene Levi sat up and looked at me. Then the strangest sound came out of his mouth. They said the body of Zene Levi, functioned like it did because of air, and nerves left in his body. What I heard, I was able to pronounce. Thus that sound became the first word I spoke. Eventually that sound evolved. My mother said it was a curse. Every time I said, "   " something awful would happen; like, someone get