D. M. Wright

NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY. Comment below where you want the story to go next! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 2. >> I. Dad was winning. At least he was when I first spotted them across the carpark, ducking and weaving, yelling at each other. A second later, Ryker slipped a jab through Dad’s guard and clipped his shoulder. “Point.” “Point, my arse!” Dad lunged forward. Ryker skipped backwards. Dad shuffled after him. Ryker skipped backwards again. Then straight into the side of his car, claiming it as the edge of...

NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY. Comment below where you want the story to go next! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 1. >> I. The first rule of Clown Club: if this is your first night, you WILL wear a nose or paint your nose. The second rule of Clown Club: if you return, you WILL volunteer to wear a nose or paint your nose. I was fifteen when I first heard those rules. I’d like to say I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed back then, but that wasn’t the case. I was quiet as fuck. Skinny. Timid. Nervous about everything....

NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY. Comment below where you want the story to go next! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 0. >> I. You sit there in the sterile glare of the maternity ward, holding a clipboard like it’s a court order, and you realise the whole system is now rigged against you. It’s the ultimate evolutionary bait-and-switch. For three hundred thousand years, men built the walls, fought the mammoths and laid the bricks just to secure a lineage. But now? You’re just the biological silent partner. You’re...