April 2011
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Sea Plus Planets
Dreaming of sea winds, his hands traced the supple, muscular lines of her bare back. He felt every strum- every reach for that chord. She found it! Smiling, he rested his hand on her shoulder. She trapped his hand with her chin. He was grasping at air. She was gone. He sighed heavily, “Maybe tomorrow.”
February 2011
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Writing Is A Risky Business
“It’s worthless and not fit to coat the inside of a pig’s intestine.” But, he was warned when he announced he was taking his manuscript to G. Harvester, The Editor of Doom- You’ll either be a star, or you’ll fill his inkwell. Harvester’s quill got fresh red ink, and no one heard from Bobby again.
January 2011
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The Opus
The post-Outland fall was tragic. There was only one avenue for a well hung, silent penguin, and that was the grind of the penguin porn industry. But, even that gave out. Fortune once again smiled on our destitute flightless friend as he discovered Twitter DM’s and PayPal. Morgan Freeman narrated his Olympian biography, The Opus.
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Tweet Revenge
‘Ha! Look what I found on the bathroom wall at the gas station in the seedy side of town => http://3qws2.th8.us #whoisthat #omg’ Three years of building up to over 200,000 followers who actually listen to me on this bogus account, and a trip overseas to catch her with the camera. Submit. Victory is mine
November 2010
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The Last Whistle
“Listen, you broken fuck. Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” “The big train of fuck up that you are, and I’m stopping it now.” “Come on.” “Fuck that. You’ve fucked up in your time, but this is the worst.” The same gun that went to his head was pried from his fingers the next morning.
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Too Much Giving
He took every call that came his way; talking people down and scooting them to help. He was the best in the game; no one caused more pills to be flushed. One glowing ember in the dark. Burning flesh smelling sweet. Never enough. The fire was out, and a note found. “Who will help ME?”
September 2010
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Craigslist Drivers Suck!
Fading in from the gray, you realize you’re pinned. Your hearing is starting to come to life; from behind, “mmmpph…ucker!”. Alarms! “Hire a driver from Craigslist, you said. Well, cops are coming and we can’t leave him to talk.” You hear a familiar click just before an explosion. Jolt, and then quickly fading to black.
August 2010
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Impulsive Behavior
“You fools don’t have enough on me,” the handcuffed man sneered over his shoulder as he was lead away. The detective was prying a blood soaked manuscript for “I Am God” from the dead psychologist/amateur book critic’s hand. Staring at the letter opener plunged into the victim, The detective muttered, “Yeah we do, you narcissist.”
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Love's Misunderstandings
The break-up was predicated by the statement made during the afterglow of passion. “My sexual appetite is changing.” “Baby, you know I’d do anything for you.” I was hoping for whiskers or a tail implant. A pig’s heart might have done the trick. But, he is now a woman, which I find so damned unappealing.
July 2010
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Lover's Mourn
Sorrow is waning as I see how her waxen hair glistens in the ghostly moonlight. The single tear has dried. Although brief, my love for her was deep, passionate and full of rage. Enough rage to drive the blade 13 times. I will rue no longer; there will be others, as there were before her.
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Getting the Most From Her Buck
“You know how tight grandma is. Like the way she keeps milk past its expiration date.” Glenn giggled, “So it ain’t no surprise to me that they found her tryin’ to do ‘it’ with grandpa, who’d been dead a whole week.” “E-w-w-w-w” Choked Katie. “I’ll never drink milk at grandma’s again.”
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Names and Numbers
Harry was the first of many in the span of a year; a span that covered September 11th 2010 to September 11th 2011.
Harry was found dead in his chair. Gun in one hand, a list in the other.
“What the fuck are those names and numbers?”
“Harry pulled arms from rubble at ground zero”
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God Only Knows →
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The Eye of the Dragon
I thought I had every thing planned. My duct tape, my gun, and her car. What I didn’t plan on was her gun. Now my life is bleeding itself out in this cold wet prairie grass while the unblinking white eye of the dragon scowls at me from the darkness and through the scornful clouds.
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I Will Miss Her
Was it the way her skin squeaked across mine as I made love to her? Maybe it was those deep blue eyes and the way they playfully looked up at me just before I kissed her? Next time, I’ll buy the next model up and keep an emergency tire patch kit in the bed stand.
June 2010
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The Third Act
Spent, he collapsed from the chair and onto the floor. His life’s work was completed with the word ‘End’.
Sprawled on the floor with darkness closing around his gasping life, he watched as ink and blood dripped to the floor, mixing to form a deadly swirl.
Finally, he had killed his most prominent central character.
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Strings and Chords
Some women are born to strut around in G-strings. Some are painfully not, even if they think they can. Yet others could, but choose to wrap themselves in something less superficial. E string; second fret. A string; first fret. Second e string; second fret. That girl was made not for a G-String, but a G-Chord.
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One Minute Shy of Fame
He felt cheated throughout his life. Overweight with a sweat gland malfunction, Jake watched as all the other boys raced ahead to lives of their (and his) dreams. Always a broken shoestring short of fame. Not today. Today, Jake was grabbing his 15 minutes as scared passengers and television cameras watched the bomb’s clock. 1:03…1:02…1:01…BOOM!
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Writer's Block →
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Sparks
Apse Number 10273 nudged Syn Number 10273, “Hey! Do you see her?” “See her? Apse dear, I felt her when she moved upon that lobe.” Moments later, the beautiful aura spoke something unheard and erotic energy passed between Apse Number 10273 and Syn Number 10273. Chemicals subsided leaving traces of nicotine. Gasps rode along the wire. Another story written.
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The Garden →
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Broken Glass
Large slides depicting broken glass on tiled floor. Computer generated versions of what should have been the daughter of Ed and Nora. Stacks of incident reports, all with the same name typed somewhere on them. The jury saw enough to convict clumsy Edmund of involuntary manslaughter for the accidental abortion of a test tube baby.
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Celebration of Stupidity
The party was set. Balloons, food, entertainment, and even fireworks were ordered. The rented hall was decorated with banners and flowers. Invitations were sent. Clyde saw the envelope on Delbert’s kitchen table, “You got one of them too, huh?” “Yep, but I can’t read it.” “Me neither.” The First Annual Illiteracy Jubilee was a bust.
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I Can't Drive 55, Can I? →
May 2010
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The Lazy Day
“Mommy, why do we celebrate this Holiday?” Sally drew her cover tighter. The winter winds ferreted their way through the walls that second Monday of January.
“Sally, I really don’t care.”
Sally knew that her parents were Lathargists and celebrated National Indolence Day. This meant no fire in the fireplace and nothing but junk food
Series: Building A Short Story (Micro-Fiction... →
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Special K ~ K Is For Killer
Detective Cornelius Phlakkes looked at his partner. They were standing in front of a bathtub full of milk. Milk that held a dead woman’s body. “How many is this Tony?” “Six.” Answered Detective Katt. “Six in the last two weeks.” “Whaddya think?” Detective Katt exhausted a weary sigh and replied, “Gotta be a cereal killer.”
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Her Blue Ribbon →
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IASWA III →
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Lynching Lucy
If I told ya I picked up the Princess Warrior at the bar, would you believe me?” “Who?” “You know, that Zena chick.” “Oh. Lucy…..ummmm…..Lucy……dang.” “Yeah, her.” “Let’s take a look.” When Curt opened the trunk of his car Rod saw a woman who was hogtied and gagged. Rod said, “WOW! Now that’s really Lawless.”
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It All Started With Animals II →
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Dementia 1974
“You killed Pops?” “It’d be cheaper to bury ‘im than to put ‘im in a home.” “What the hell?” “Seems he seen Julia Childs holdin’ a knife an’ thought she was gonna slash up on Dinah Shore. Put his cane through my new color television tryin’ stop the attack.”
April 2010
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It All Started With Animals →
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The Fall OF Miklos The Magnificent
Every night, Miklos would dramatically ascend to a seventy-foot high platform, raise his arm, and dive into a shallow pool. During the day, the ponies broke him. Twenty stories up, Rocko asked, “Wada ya tink Vinny?” “Looked like a half pike into a double twist, but da street beat ‘im to it.”
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Settling Differences
They were standing atop the apartment building, waiting for the city to ring in the New Year. “Make any onion skinned resolutions?” Acidly. “One. No petty arguments with you.” Coolly. Raucous celebration filled the night. When he saw her body sprawled on the street, he got a smug feeling about keeping his resolution.
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The Dental Solution
“You need to stop, or there will be nothing left to treat” “Sorry Doc, but we’re madly in love.” “If you don’t find preventative medicine, you’ll be dead in a week.” That was one month and one dentist appointment ago, and I am still in love with my now toothless cannibal girlfriend.
Andy's Switch Blade →
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Immortality
Stepping back and looking up at the massive doors, the frail man with eyes black as coal thought about this last act of the business his family owned for centuries.
He should have closed up months ago, after the longevity gene was unlocked.
The mortician ran his hand through his gray hair and muttered,”Immortality sucks.”
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Dumping Lovers
The last shovel of dirt hit the grave. “Well, now that he’s buried we can be together forever.” “Wrong, buckaroo. You’re joinin’ him.” “Whada ya mean?” “I got pictures of you and him. I don’t condone bi-sexuality, and I will take my dead husband’s insurance money.” “You can’t be serious.” Nervously. “Yes, I am.” BANG!
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Fit To Be Tied
“State always recruits fairies.” The U alumnus slurred. “U’s team ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of sack licks,” Retorted the State grad. The friendly argument turned into a deadly bar fight. One wielded a tire iron while the other swung a pitching wedge. Neither survived. Meanwhile, the year’s biggest rivalry game ended in a tie.
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Snatch and Grab
“Jesus Ray, you hit ‘im.” They stepped out of the cruiser and Ray crouched over the body. “It’s Jimmy ‘the Snatch’. And, sure enough Hank, there’s a purse.” Ray rifled through the purse and handed Hank fifty dollars. “Here’s your half,” as he pocketed the remaining two hundred. “Let’s radio it in,” Ray smiled.