VAMPIRIC NATURE |
Raven and I walked the block and a half to Cellar where she would finally introduce me to her friends. She was talking a lot, and I noticed that the more she talked the less she sounded like herself, ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:45:00 GMT |
TOMORROW THE WORLD |
I've got big plans.
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
IM SHARING MY TWILIGHT WITH THE ONES THAT I LOVE |
It's almost too good to be true.
So I'm looking through the channels on the television set but nothing is on. At three they play an hour of Love Connection episodes, and then at four it's t...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 12:29:00 GMT |
LOVE WILL FIND YOU |
Michael kisses the floor, which is exactly what the turtle told him to do. The large brownish tiles are cool against his sweating upper lip, and he risks turning his head to the side so that his cheek...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 23:50:00 GMT |
SYRUP OF IPECAC |
"You make me sick."
She said this and left, slamming the door so hard that it didn't shut, but instead slowly swung open again, leaving me sitting on the motel's double bed, able to watch as she storm...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 23:19:00 GMT |
STRYCHNINE |
Dave's party isn't at all what Rich had expected, in some ways. In other ways, it is exactly what he expected. It is exactly what he remembered. For some reason, he thought things would have changed. ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 23:32:00 GMT |
JALAPEÑO |
When we were little, we being Jack and me, Dad would give us money to eat jalapeños. Big, shiny silver dollars, a rare thing in our world, pirate’s treasure, booty. Dad would dig peppers out of ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:32:00 GMT |
THE CHILDREN'S RENAISSANCE |
The art afficionados call it the "Children’s Renaissance." At first, any piece-of-crap third grade art project would do. Nowadays, they’ve raised their standards. In every city, right now,...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:30:00 GMT |
FRUSTRATED JAMES |
James sits in his chair in the exact center of the living room, sweating in his best formal wear. His right sleeve is rolled sloppily to accommodate for a navy blue sock puppet stretched almost to the...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:24:00 GMT |
TOUGH TITTY |
"Holy shit, lady, are you okay?" Tom’s breath reeked of gin; it seemed to condense on Rhonda’s face into a light, more than slightly irritating dampness. He looked over her shoulder at the...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:22:00 GMT |
