Saltwater and Divinity |
I looked once or twice to the Madonna, but she just stood there, arms raised, smug indifference shining down from her unmoving eyes. &n...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:53:00 PST |
Socorro |
When I saw her, I did not cry out. I stood silent, thinking of all those great thin-legged mothers slipping through the streets of soot and frost, torn hems drifting lightly acros...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:51:00 PST |
The Delicate Thread |
The warehouse sat, leaning slightly to the left, on a crumbling asphalt lot surrounded by a gnarled chain link fence. From a distance, if the sky was gray, it looked like a paper cutout. T...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:47:00 PST |
Chicken and Broccoli |
Chicken and Broccoli The back seat smelled like shit. I plopped the groceries down and scanned for an old diaper. It was there, among the rubber-nippled bottles and candy wrappers...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 08:57:00 PST |
Little Green Box Part III |
William went in search of things to sell as usual that day but found nothing of value. He did however find a bag of clothing. He rummaged though it.&n...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 08:53:00 PST |
Little Green Box Part II |
William awoke in this bed. His head throbbed. He was naked and sweating on his dirty sheets. He turned his head gently and saw the box. It was open and the eucalyptus leaves fi...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 06:10:00 PST |
Little Green Box Part I |
Hello All, this is the first part in a three part series. The story is too long to post in one blog, so I'm going to do it over a few days. I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to comment ho...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 07:38:00 PST |
Drusilla's Pig |
Drusilla's Pig Drusilla stepped through the fog and into a clearing. She grumbled to herself as she ripped her stocking on the crooked...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 07:48:00 PST |
An Ex-Girlfriend |
An Ex-Girlfriend Travis stood on the coffee table. He had already put his fist through the wall, and now he was standing there panting and holding his arms out like a gorilla. He wasn...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 01:16:00 PST |
Last Leg |
Here's a crappy story that I wrote with my very own paws. Last Leg "Why's Mamma's leg on the floor?" Todd looked up at me from the stool in the corner where he perched like a duck, ...
Posted by Evil Clyde on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:09:00 PST |
