Michael J. Dippolito : Writing

Little red riding hood.

Little red riding hood.

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


She walks through a dark, snowy forest all alone; skipping and humming while holding tightly onto her basket. She is looking for someone...anyone. But..
A Generation of Piglets.

A Generation of Piglets.

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


Have you ever taken the time to actually sit back and scrutinize people in their relationships? This generation is so royally fucked in that sense. Ou..
The beautifully hurrying act of change in the air.

The beautifully hurrying act of change in the air...

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


On my stoop, it strikes 4AM and I'm asking myself, "What the f**k am I doing?"
The Loft.

The Loft.

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


This is New York City and the ice is thin.
Society and its tricks against humanity.

Society and its tricks against humanity.

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


Just banter followed by more banter.
Pork Cheeks with a Glass of 1990 Cab.

Pork Cheeks with a Glass of 1990 Cab.

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


Come to Jonas's high-end delicacy restaurant. Politicians come. Actors and actresses come. Why shouldn't you?
'The Pig And The Goat.'

'The Pig And The Goat.'

A Story by Michael J. Dippolito


A man's souls drifts into hell, after his body is overtaken by something dealt of pure evil, from the darkest of corners. He wanders through his own p..