For Scott |
She picked up a framed picture of the two of them and smashed it against the wall. She dropped it on the floor in a pile of broken glass and paper shards. "Oh, don't do that," he sighed, less u...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
Scene |
I could barely hear him sniffling over the jingle of his spoon in the coffee mug. He didn't want to drink it, just to stir. "And yeah, I mean, there's more to it," he continued. "L...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 10:17:00 GMT |
An Open Letter to TV Commercials |
This isn't easy for me. We've known each other for a long time, and God knows we've gotten close. You need me and, well, there are some times you can really make me laugh. But we nee...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 05:22:00 GMT |
Sweeney Todd Flashbacks |
I was certain the thin cloth she threw over my body was blood-proof. My gooey innards would slide off like it was a high-priced couch when the time came. She was gliding about behind me, s...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:40:00 GMT |
Staying Away |
The lot looks like the perfect place to dump a body. The ground had been stripped down the rock long before gravel was spread o...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 19:07:00 GMT |
These Walls |
Though time had absolutely nothing to do with it, Justin's arm fell asleep at exactly 1:32 a.m. according to the dim red Lite-Brite boxes on the face of the alarm clock. And, bearing in mind tha...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 14:58:00 GMT |
Popcorn for Breakfast |
Eight-friggin'-thrity. My alarm would have just been going off, but thanks to car damage I can split blame fifty-fifty between ice and impatience, I was instead walking circles around a faded co...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
My Life in Exactly Four Sentences |
For those of you not in the know, I laid down some pencils for James O'Coyne's children's book Stormy Nights: Gravel's Land of Horror. I'd have to describe it as a weird mix of Goosebumps (remem...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 13:14:00 GMT |
Midnight Forklifting |
I've put up with a lot in this apartment. The dryer makes way too much noise, the couple upstairs sounds like nocturnal centaurs playing volleyball and the band geek below me practices his or he...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 17:57:00 GMT |
A real blog. |
It's come to my attention that I am abusing the concept of a blog. I don't blog, I just use the space for my own twisted purposes. Let's face it, all I ever do on here is take a mildly com...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 22:00:00 GMT |
