by
Micky McKeon

    As I'm sure you have all noticed, the stories found on this page are mostly sick, twisted, and disturbing comedies.  This might appear to be my entire existence- but it is not.  I am also a caring, loving, giving creature.  I express my feelings.  I like to cuddle.  I cry at weddings, romantic movies, and beautiful music.  Never have I physically harmed another human being, and any mental or emotional harm caused by me was purely accidental.  My soul yearns for knowledge, and when I am around certain people, my chest and throat get so tight with joy that I can barely pass a breath... much less a word.  So why are the majority of my stories associated with death, torture, and fantasy?  Well, the short-story genre lends itself to these types of stories perfectly.  Try writing a romantic comedy in less than a page.  It is a difficult task.  Please, I beg of you; see me for who I am.  A sensitive, nurturing, bright-eyed man, who just wants to tell a story.  I want to tell a story, and always be in love.  Come to my bedroom, ladies, so that I may first tell you a story, then share my passion with you all night long.  Sensitively, of course.