Author: cleanshave

Shepherd’s Gold

I made my first million dollars on the gold/silver trade. It seemed simple, trading money for money when the rest of the population was chasing paper, the illusion of value based on violence to back a currency. The general population aren’t historians, nor do they care about why they exist in their own predicament. The […]

Cancun Life

I buy $3 shirts instead of doing $5 laundry. Hand-wash shorts in the sink, alternating between my only two pairs. The thick socks I packed sit unused, too heavy for Cancún’s heat. Not speaking Spanish isn’t so much of a hindrance as an unexpected gift. Self-checkout lanes remove the need for language. The world around […]

Limited Connections

They said it was just a worksheet. Take one and pass it back. The paper was warm from the copier, still curling slightly at the edges, and when I touched it, it felt like static, like the hum in your fingers before a storm. On the page were dots. Evenly spaced. Too neat to be […]

Anti-Aging Ambrosia: When Science meets Ancient Wisdom

In my fictional story “From Death Exempt,” the protagonist Mitch Waller discovers a powerful formula for extending human lifespan through careful consumption, dedicated hydration, and specialized breathing techniques. While the story is fiction, many of the principles behind Mitch’s longevity regimen are grounded in actual scientific research. Let’s explore some of the real science behind […]

From Death Exempt

I found the chicken feathers in Jonas’s sink. Three of them, pale and small, like witnesses. The rest of his apartment was immaculate, Jonas had always been fastidious about cleanliness, even more than me. But those feathers waited in the porcelain basin, delicate and deliberate, a message I wasn’t yet ready to decode. The body […]

Disco Sasquatch Hookers

A glitter-soaked nightmare from the fever dream of 1979. Randy “Razor” Romano slammed back a warm bottle of cherry-flavored wine cooler, cranked the wheel with one hand, and flipped his rearview mirror to avoid the shame. Somewhere behind him was Los Angeles. Far behind him, in fact, judging by the endless tunnel of pines, fog, […]