Noonday Visitor It was noon the next day. Lawson was back in his usual spot—same alley, same cracked brick wall, same broken-down trash bins cooking in the heat. He wore the same outdated railroad worker uniform and squatted in his signature pose, arms dangling over his knees while one foot bounced lazily. Just then, a […]

It was another hot summer afternoon. In the corner of a quiet alley, surrounded by trash bins and old brick walls, a skinny figure crouched alone. His back was straight, body still—like he could stay that way for hours. He wore an outdated railroad worker uniform, the kind you’d see in black-and-white photos from the […]

The Girl in the Alley? It was a quiet night. In a deserted alley, a series of high-pitched, agonizing screams echoed off the walls—sharp, desperate, unmistakably female. Mixed in with the cries were muffled English words: “No! Stop! Please—STOP!” A man happened to be walking by. As soon as he heard it, he stopped. From […]

The Thugs’ Fight Very quickly, the two were locked in a brutal street brawl. Their fighting styles were nearly identical—raw, dirty, and straight out of gangland. No formal stances, no elegant moves—just ruthless punches, kicks, elbows, knees—anything that could hurt. They exchanged blow after blow, the sound of flesh-on-flesh ringing out with each connection. Then, […]

The Devil in Broad Daylight It was a sunny afternoon. From the shadows of a dark alley, a gangster in a hoodie slowly stepped out, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His name was Canelo—the infamous evil villain of the streets. People called him “The Peeing Man.” Just hearing his name was enough to make […]