Writing. |
Once upon a time, Jerry was a man with dreams. He was going to be a rock star. Or an astronaut. Something glamorous. But, here he was; pushing thirty and sitting in a bar at two in the afternoon, rece... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 06:20:00 GMT |
Good Mourning, Birthday Girl. |
Stan awoke with a start. Just like every morning, his alarm went off and he shot upright, heart pounding in his chest. But something was different today. What was it? The music. His alarm, instead of ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 06:19:00 GMT |
Feeling left behind, lord what a waste of time. |
I think i've fallen into a rut. I think i've gotten too used to the routine of going to work, coming home, falling asleep, repeat.I need to start writing again. I need to make music again. I nee... Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
Revelations Faux Pas |
An atheist walks into a barJesus offers to buy him a drinkAkward silence ensues Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 08:47:00 GMT |
Apex: Lucidity |
Once again, he finds himself among the teeming denizens of the city. Tonight, there is no color. There is nothing but lucid greys and blacks.
They walk past one anothe... Posted by on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 10:29:00 GMT |
Only one resolution this year. |
Dear 2007,I've decided i'm going to kick you square in the fucking balls every chance i get.Think of it as payback for 2006.Consider yourself warned.xoxo,TimPS:*kick* Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 07:41:00 GMT |
Apex: Ascension |
So, a few days ago I had an idea about writing a story about a serial killer who's "type" was other serial killers. Not in the Frank Castle antihero way, more of an alpha male kind of thing.
The begin... Posted by on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 06:24:00 GMT |
Interrogated at Gunpoint By the Fashionista |
To anyone on this frequency:Kidnapped by Fashion PoliceHeld in secret prison.Send rescue and loose fit jeans Posted by on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 07:00:00 GMT |
New story |
I was tweaked out of my mind on energery drinks a few days ago, so I decided to write something.
Once upon a time, there was a God. At least, there was to me. Now, I'm not so sure. In the past few we... Posted by on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:24:00 GMT |
The Man in the White Hat and The Driver |
The cold desert night whipped through The Drivers hair as the convertible sped along the infinitely straight and flat stretch of battered and broken highway, the cracked blacktop seemingly never endi... Posted by on Tue, 26 Apr 2005 11:02:00 GMT |