That She May SeeI made the offer to my dead wife to use my eyesto see her grand children grow up. Now every timeI see something I probably shouldn't, every time Ilook to the darkness all I can think of is her eyeslooking back at me.They do not judge only seem sad at a broken promise.My mind is changed as is my heart. I wish only for herhappiness wherever she may be as I look once more tothe photos of our Grandchildren that she may see.
Dead At My FeetLeft standing in the aftermath of that battle within myself,blood and terror, total war of the soul stains the earthas fire licks razor cuts upon my fine ideals to smokethat stings my eyes and leaves a taste of burnt fleshupon my tongue. Gods and devils liedead at my feet.
Hell An' Damnation!It'd been hours since the funeral and wake of Pappa Joe, the oldest living family member and my Grandfather. I'd eaten more than my fair share, drank too much and told too many of the "colorful" stories I remembered the old man telling over the years and so when it came time to leave no one made even token attempt to get me to stay. Granma stayed behind. There were family members she only ever saw at funerals and weddings she'd explained. I'll catch a ride with........ she'd said but my mind was a blur from the booze and I'd wandered away and out the door without even hearing, or if I'd heard I didn't comprehend.Hell an' Damnation! I heard immediately upon entering my Granma's house. Hell an' Damnation! The familiar voice gave vent to all the frustration of a man who'd walked into his home only to find he no longer lived there. Hell an' Damnation I heard again as I stood transfixed unable to look away from the scene of Pappa Joe standing, his back to m
I Keep DreamingThe world shakesI see my face in the broken mirror.Facets of existence,a million different mes falling from my bed.The floor is hard and cold.I want so much to be warm.but I keep dreaming.
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.
Night SweatsI'm so tired of being tired and yet it does me little good to dream.I'd cut my wrist if I had a chainsaw but all I can find is this damnfountain pen and it bleeds me little, the ink drying too quickly toleave it's mark upon the world.
Punctured“Car,” said the bicycle, “we need to talk.”“Oh, Assembly-Robot. Oh, exhaust. It’s one of those talks, isn’t it?” said the car. “About our relationship.”“Yes. The thing is…” The bicycle hesitated. “I think we both just need a bit more space.”“Oh.” The car looked around the garage. “It does need a bit of a clear-out. They could get rid of that old TV for a start…”“No. No,” said the bicycle. “I’m talking about emotional space.” It sighed. “We both knew this was coming. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of fun. I really enjoy it when I’m strapped to your rack—”“Will you keep your voice down,” said the car.“—but anyone can see how well you’ve been getting along with the new moped. And sometimes… Sometimes I just feel like a third wheel.”The car
Two Quick Christmas TalesTorianna’s Quiet ChristmasStrings of blinking lights bordered the windows. Baubles and tinsel adorned the pine tree, topped with an angel. Greeting cards covered a wall. Above the fireplace hung two stockings, reading TORIANNA and EUGENE. A sprig of mistletoe dangled overhead. Fat candles stood amidst holly and pinecones. An offering of chocolate chip cookies and milk waited for Santa Claus.It looked like a perfect Christmas Eve scene, except….No gift-wrapped packages lay under the tree. Not that the space was empty, for someone lay there, a young woman named Torianna.A diagonal strip of red tape crossed a diagonal strip of green tape, right over her lips. Her bare legs were bound together. Alternating coils of red and green ropes tied into big, inviting bows ran from her ankles to her upper thighs. This ended at her dress, a blue and white sleeveless affair with a jagged hem cut to resembl
Reflections On Nicholas' ChristmasNicholas sat at his desk,Let's start with the basics, this was based off of a Neil Gaiman shortstory. (really short, like 75% of a page tops.) called Nicholas Was, I highly recommend it.his face buried in his hands, quietly sobbing. It had all seemed So long ago. His wife, his children. His life.So, now that we got the fact I am a plagaristic hack out of the way; I've often been questioned what music I listen to while I write. In this case, I was listening to Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne. And I was sleep deprived.But, that was all past. And now, he sat at the wooden desk, the endless list seemed to get longer each time he read it.Now, when I was a kid, I always pictured Santa just sitting at his desk, reading his list, ya know? But since, that is mind numbingly dull, I thought “Someone has to be locked up for them to resort to doing that.” And voila.Once a year, they made him do this. He wanted to die, it was only a few da
Daily Quickie #46: Revenge is SweetRRRRIP! RRRRIP! RRRRIP!Kade giggled as he continued to rip off strips of duct tape. He was currently tying his big brother Cooper to his bed, with the assistance of his father. And Cooper did not seem overly happy about the situation he was presently in."Dad! Let me go! Do you know what he's going to do to me?" Cooper said, throwing all of his budding twelve-year-old dignity out the window to avoid the fate that lay before him.Since Kade was born, when Cooper was six, the elder boy had made the most of his larger stature by tickling his little brother silly whenever he could. Most recently, at Kade's bedtime, Cooper had grabbed him once he came out of his bath, wrapped him up in two towels, and tickled the Kade's little feet berserk.Of course, the six-year-old loved being tickled by his big brother, but it was nice to get some retaliation every now and again. Consequently, he had enlisted his dad to help him pull off this little scene.Kade sat back and surveyed his handiwork. Coop
60 For 60: The Three Garridebs (2)A/N: It may have been a comedy, or it may have been a tragedy.“So you enjoyed the play?”“Watson, it was glorious!” laughed Holmes. “The comic misunderstandings! The melodramatic ending! I simply cannot comprehend why no-one else was amused.”Still chortling, Holmes went to ring for supper.“You appear puzzled, Doctor,” sighed Hopkins.“No, it’s just…” Watson hesitated. “I thought you were going to see ‘Romeo and Juliet’.”Hopkins groaned quietly. “We did."
60 For 60: The Sussex Vampire (2)A/N: …though he docketed any fresh information very quietly and accurately in his brain, he seldom made any acknowledgment to the giver.Easter“Violets!” beamed Mrs. Hudson. “How did you guess my favourites?”Holmes smiled. “I have my methods.”“’Methods’? I told you,” spluttered Watson later.“Tsk,” said Holmes. “Does it matter how our lessons come to us?”Christmas“Buying me unmentionables! Mr. Holmes, it’s… unseemly!”“But Dr. Watson said..!”“Well,” said Watson, safely upstairs. “It appears Holmes has learnt a lesson.”
Daily Quickie #45: Friends Are Weird"Come on, guys. Let me go!""No way, man. We're gonna have some fun with you now!"Quinn sighed, and stopped trying to break free. His two best friends, Joel and Hudson, had decided that it would be fun to grab their unsuspecting buddy and tie him up, leaving him helpless on the floor. The shirtless ten-year-old was now pleading for mercy as his friends stared indicatively at his bare tummy.The young boy was quite ticklish, a fact known by his friends since they were all five. They had met on the first day of kindergarten, and became friends within a week. By the end of said week, the trio was sleeping over at Quinn's house. Before they went to bed that night, Quinn's dad chased them down, snared their ankles, and tickled their bare feet pink. From that night onward, tickles were a large part of their friendship.And now, Hudson and Joel had knelt in front of the hogtied Quinn, and were giving him the tickle fingers treatment. This was almost as much fun as actually tickling him, sinc
60 For 60: The Problem of Thor Bridge (2)A/N: A retired Holmes is visiting Watson in London.“I am getting into your involved habit, Watson, of telling a story backward.”“Mr. Holmes not with you?” asked my landlady. “No,” I smiled. “But I’ve left him somewhere safe.”-----“Watson? Watson? Hulloooo? The door seems to be locked...”-----“Ah, the Phillimore disappearance case… This was an excellent idea of yours, Watson—paying a visit to Cox and Co.!"-----“Of course, I’m enjoying discussing apiculture with you, Holmes. The hours are flying by.”
Daily Quickie #44: Don't Get Caught"Tony! Get up!"The fourteen-year-old groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore his eight-year-old brother. Samuel was a cute kid, and Tony loved him unconditionally. But he had quite a way of getting under his brother's skin.Samuel climbed up on the large bed, dressed only in his jeans, and began to push at Tony's prone body. "C'mon, Tony! I wanna play the game!" he whined.Tony rolled his eyes. "Samuel, what time is it?" "Ummm, ten-thirty!" Samuel chirped back. Tony sighed, and sat up, pulling Samuel onto his lap. "Alright then. We'll play the game."The game they were referring to proceeded thusly: Samuel would go hide somewhere in the house. If Samuel somehow managed to evade his brother for an hour, Tony would buy him a treat of his choosing. But if the little boy was found, something rather different would happen.If Tony found Samuel, as he almost always did, Samuel would be tied up and tickled for ten minutes, shirtless and barefoot. At the end of the tickle session, Tony woul
Poor PeterPerfect Peter Parker purloined pretty Penelope's precious pet porcupine Petunia.Pretty Penelope's precious pet porcupine Petunia pricked perfect Peter Parker's proboscis.Perfect Peter Parker's proboscis pained profusely.Poor Peter!