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.
Over The Hill, Defined (No, Really!)Attention, fellow netizens! Within this brief thesis I shall, using a heretofore untried amalgam of English and mathematics, attempt to officially derive the definition of term "over the hill" once and for all.Ready? Let's begin. a) In English, 'forty' is the only number to have its letters arranged in ascending alphabetical order. b) Likewise, 'one' is the only such number with its letters in descending order. c) This makes 'forty-one' one of the very few numbers with all of its letters in an up-and-down pattern, forming a single cusp or peak.1 d) From its shape when graphed, we shall define this particular arrangement of letters as being a 'hill'. e) Since 41 is by far the greatest of these hills, in both word length and numerical value, we shall further define it as being 'the' hill.2 f) Forty-two is the first whole number greater than fo
OC Discussion with the Author, No. 1Author Appeals for Ideas from his Characters about a ContestI had to admit a bit of worry about what I was about to do. Typically, my ideas tend to just flow. Stories take a direction and I assume the role of narrator to the events, not presuming to influence too much of the direction of events.Now, however, is a bit different. I've created a couple of stories for October contests. The one for which I haven't written, is the one which was originally issued by another creator. I feel a bit remiss in not writing anything for it.Yet still lacking any ideas, I found myself at a loss. So, I called a meeting of my characters. It was a stretch of my artistic bounds. Like other artists, I've imagined different scenarios and even played them out in my head. Of course, not everything makes the cut. This is the first time I've ever thought of calling a meeting and having their ideas, then putting that to paper.I gathered Scarlet, Rebecca, Eric, Percy, Captain Johns, Lance, and
Insects“Thank you for coming in,” said the interviewer, as they settled down on opposite sides of the desk. “It’s Mr. Carlton, isn’t it? May I call you Paul?”“Yes. Yes, that’s fine,” said Carlton, attempting to relax.The interviewer checked the piece of paper in front of him, and looked up again. “Well, Paul, perhaps we could start with you telling me a little about why you would be suitable for the job.”“Right,” said Carlton. “Um, well, I’ve worked in security for 15 years, first for—”The interviewer interrupted him. “Actually, it’s not security work.”“Isn’t it?” Carlton looked bewildered. “But the advert mentioned intruders and keeping out unwelcome visitors…”The interviewer smiled a little. “That is true. But we’re talking more about pest control.”Carlton’s face fell. “Right. Well, I’m sorry fo
60 For 60: The Red Circle (2)A/N: …Sherlock Holmes… turned back to the great scrapbook in which he was arranging and indexing some of his recent material... The two forces made him lay down his gum-brush…Holmes finished pasting material into his scrapbook, and then steepled his hands underneath his chin in a familiar gesture. I knew better than to disturb my friend when he was thinking and so I turned my attention to my newspaper.An hour later, Holmes sighed.“You’ve solved the problem?” I asked.“No,” said Holmes. “My hands are still stuck together.”
Silly Moments With Daisy 5French Narrator: And now its time for "Silly Moments with Daisy", a part of the fanfiction where Daisy comes out and has a silly moment.Daisy: Hi Kids, and welcome to "Silly Moments with Daisy!" Today I'm inviting one of my fellow Star Kid Members, Aariqua. Come on out girl!(Aariqua comes out to the stage)Aariqua: Hi Daisy.Daisy: Today we're going to have Saria…Saria: Hi y'allDaisy: Model a new piece of clothing made by someone special; Edna Mode(Edna enters the stage)Edna: Hello darlingsAariqua: Hi.Edna: So you have the costume design ready?Aariqua: (Hands her a picture) Its all right hereSaria: How long is this gonna take?Edna: You can't rush art(1 and a half hours later…..)Edna: It is finished.(Saria sees Nicholas recording)Saria: What's with the camera?Nicholas: Its nothing(Daisy and Aariqua sneak into Saria's dressing room and steal the super suit)Daisy: So why do you want to take it?Aariqua: To show it off to Nicholas later. This is gonna be funny
UndeadI opened my eyes to a beautiful face, but she wasn't smiling. "Good morning, Sunshine," she said totally deadpan.I grinned, but something about my face felt off. Literally. Reaching up, I felt what was left of my cheek. The sticky blood and protruding bone should've sent me into fits of nausea, but I felt nothing. I groaned. "I always knew I'd end up a zombie." "Welcome to the club." She held out a hand to help me up. "It's not so bad. No, wait. It is."On my feet, which thankfully weren't broken, I looked around. Nothing to see but small mountains of rubble and a smoky sky. "Where are we?""Oh, this? It's just a little simulation I like to call the apocalypses." She rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving me alone in the dim expanse of my afterlife.I sighed. "Great, now I’m hungry."
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!