Rabbits (part 19) |
I stopped yelling. Tony continued yelling. He hadn't taken a breath yet and was still going full steam.I waited. He finally stopped."You ok man?" I asked him.Silence."You need to take something?" I as...
Posted by creativity wins on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 09:00:00 PST |
The Reflection (part 18) |
Ah yes, curious frustration. We drive down the highway as if we were sitting on a couch with a massive fan in front of us and I begin to ponder about things that have absolutely nothing to do with an...
Posted by creativity wins on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 06:01:00 PST |
The Confusion (part 17) |
"We really need to go now! I'll explain later!" shouts Tony.I stare at him with eyes identical to those of a deer in headlights. I didn'thave any idea what I could possibly even say after witnessing a...
Posted by creativity wins on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 08:44:00 PST |
The Clean Up (part 16) |
Suddenly I had dejavu. But it was a dream. Of an ocean liner...and I was acop...and everyone was on motor cycles... and I was directing them safely...andI was drinking heavily.I put my wallet down as ...
Posted by creativity wins on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 10:48:00 PST |
The Getaway (part 15) |
I softly close the rear door and I quietly tip toe to my car and very quietlyseat myself. Its odd that I don't want to risk waking up the dead policeman, but in allhonesty, that would really fuck me u...
Posted by creativity wins on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:50:00 PST |
The Back Seat (part 14) |
The cop put his hand on the top of my head and guided me into the back seat of the police car. It smelled like clean plastic. I made that noise as I slid onto the seat. That sound that you hear when y...
Posted by creativity wins on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 11:40:00 PST |
The Awakening (part 13) |
It was dark. I wasn't sure if my eyes were open or not. The side of my face was resting on something warm and bumpy. My hand twitched. I opened my eyes.
There was light, but I could not focus on ...
Posted by creativity wins on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 09:40:00 PST |
the policeman (part 12) |
I stepped out of the car.
"Place your hands on the car and spread your legs." said the officer, his gun still trained on my mid-section.
I put both of my hands on the hood of my Impala's hot engine. ...
Posted by creativity wins on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 09:26:00 PST |
driving (part 11) |
Once again I found myself at blazing speeds moving across the desert landscape. Once again I found myself intoxicated to levels that should never be attempted, even by seasoned veterans such as myself...
Posted by creativity wins on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 09:20:00 PST |
Her (part 10) |
I stared in silence as Joan Jett's guitar rhythm filled the room. My mouth opened up and my neck strained forward to see through the dim light and settling smoke. I had finally caught up to her. What ...
Posted by creativity wins on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 09:29:00 PST |
