He Rides pt.4 |
I need you to kill my wife. Assar repeated, looking rather unhappy about having to say it again. He lit another Kool and looked at Crowley evenly. Is this something you can handle? Wait a min...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 16:26:00 GMT |
He Rides pt.3 |
All offices look basically the same to him. A desk, cabinets, maybe a potted plant and awful carpeting. This office was covered in a deep red shag. Teakwood desk and chairs. Posters advertising rock ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 23:46:00 GMT |
He Rides pt.2 |
He parked down the street and walked up to a large art deco box. Vertical flashing pink neon advertized the name of the club, The Roundup. At the front door two grim muscular bouncers wearing ear p...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 21:32:00 GMT |
He rides |
"I"m sick of fucking vampires." He yelled into the phone. " What about something else? A nice ghoul attacking teens in a sleepaway camp or even an evil washing machine I can unplug." " What are you ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:57:00 GMT |
Why So Fail? part 4 |
"Would you like some juice or soda? I think I have soy milk too." She asked.
"Orange juice please, if you have it." William replied, moving off the couch to the little kitchenette table and sliding i...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 04:38:00 GMT |
Why So Fail? Part 3 |
As the light began to fade and she talked happily on and on about horrible books, at least to him they sounded horrible. He liked to read spy adventures and Chuck Palahniuk. She was animated and...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
Why So Fail? Part 2 |
"So then she is in the bathroom of this glam nightclub and the whore lead singer of a rival band comes in and gives her shit about sleeping with her bandmate's boyfriend, who is the coke head owner of...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:25:00 GMT |
Why So Fail? Part 1 |
He hopped around in a tight circle hands deep in his pockets in the morning sunshine. At the roadside cafe about a mile behind him the waitress who brought him his orange juice and pancakes with a cig...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 16:01:00 GMT |
why so fail? Prologue |
"This novel reads like a 13 year old fan girl's notebook stories, the ones which are not good enough to post online"
"What are you doing?" He peered over the top of the laptop, all amused eyes and ele...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 16:48:00 GMT |
yuck and barf |
I have a brand new pink and shiny and LOUD niece, Sophia. I won't be able to see her until she's two months old and by that time she should be walking.
Friday the smoke from the fires was so bad I ex...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 07:38:00 GMT |
