chriskobar.com ‡ I am a freelance writer and artist with a penchant for weird, unwholesome, and decidedly dark atmosphere. I have always been driven by the need to create something…anything. Whether through words or images, sounds or actions, this urge to express myself has led me to explore the light and the darkness, the mundane and the fantastic, the benign and the painful. This journey has been and continues to be worth it. It is my hope that perhaps some of what I have learned and express through my creations will be just as valuable to others. ‡ I live in the Washington, DC area with my iMac, my guitar, my nargile, and my bullwhip.
Chris Kobar is a member of Graphic Arts, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and Theatrical and Staged Photography.
...pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels, saying “This is for you if you are bad.” Her smile was wickedly delicious, though it quickly vanished to be replaced by her requisite dominatrix st…
One afternoon, Derrick ate his own head. It was not something he had planned on doing or ever even considered prior to actually commencing this gruesome feat…
As the snow fell, as her world grew black and white and the pink and red cards and flowers turned shades of gray, the black envelope suddenly seemed to be the most colorful thing in her world.
She could feel his strong hand touching her in just the right way and an electric current ran up her spine and neck and down, lower, charging her, changing the chemicals in her body
Only his most subconscious mental functions were taking place and that was okay. His brain would reengage when it was time and maybe he would even find enough motivation to…