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.
Writer's Block - Day 25The old man chuckled at the unsuspecting gangsters. They had no idea who they were dealing with. One of them gripped his shoulder and asked him to come with them. He paused for a moment, and placed his pint gently on the table. He felt kinda hungry. He could really go for a sandwich right now. Maybe something light, nothing too heavy. Didn't want to fill up before dinner. Maybe just some lettuce and tomatoes slipped between two pieces of bread. Ooh, maybe some toast. Oh now that would be nice. He could almost taste it now. The delicious flavours of . . . flavourness and . . . a sandwich with ingredients . . . and things . . .Miranda selected the entire paragraph and backspaced. “This is going nowhere.” She thought, before going to make herself a sandwich. She came back and flopped back into the chair in desperation, half the meal already in her stomach.She'd managed to write herself into a corner here. She hadn't really planned out the story, and only 5 pages in sh
A Game of Cat and Mouse and Soap With a long, slow lean from behind the leg of the ottoman, the tiny, adorable rat peered out into the living room. The carpet was a vast plain that stretched out before her, the furniture towering above her head. She looked left, she looked right. It seemed the coast was clear. She skittered along the wall to the grandfather clock. She peeked out, her eyes flitting back and forth. She scampered across the room to the table. Still, nothing. She rolled under the couch and crawled to the edge of the doorway. There, across the checkerboard tile and white counters, just beside the sink, was a brand new bar of soap. Her little pupils dilated in awe and her eyes got all misty at the sight. With a somersault to her feet, checking to the left, and to the right, she darted through the doorway, scuttling across the kitchen.*tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa**CRUNCH*“SQUEAK!” The cat yawned as he padded through the kitchen, a mug of c
Poltergeist - Day 24Mark stood the box on top of the shelf.Eliza knocked it over.It hit the ground with a dull thud, and Mark glared at Eliza. She was floating there, her pale complexion barely visible against her monochrome presence. She looked around, hands behind her back, acting nonchalantly. “Really?” He asked, vexed.She met his stare. “Really what?”He sighed. “Why do you keep knocking over the box?”“Why do you keep putting it there?” She replied, giggling with mischievous glee. Mark rolled his eyes and decided to simply stack the cardboard container on a table of the other side of the room. He walked away, but heard another thud. He turned, and saw her hovering beside the wall once again, trying to hold back a smile.“Okay, would you stop?” He barked at her, storming over to pick up the box.“Why should I? You're in my house.”“Which I legally own.”“Even though I've been living here for years.”
Monologue of the BathtubUsed, Abused, Battered and Broken.These days all I get are people walking all over me.I'm stained. These betrayers partner up with the shower head, obsessed with artificial beauty as they wash away residues, refreshing their latest hair fad. And what's worse? The shower head gets put back on his perch, high above us bathroom * essentials* where he then mockingly torments me as I choke on the hair clogging up my drains.Though I'll admit the sink has a worse time battling with the toothpaste for world domination. In the end people just spit all over him. And the toilet? Well... I don't need to go there.But the shower claims a league above our own. He enjoys his frequent affairs, calls himself a love doctor servicing people with the 'Express Wash.' In his steady shower of water partners intermingle, people sing him sweet lullabies (well not always sweet, some of them really suffer with strangled cat syndrome) and whoever steps in leaves feeling rejuvenated.Stupid new-found tech
The Karaoke Incident: Taylor's POVWhy Taylor and Ru'en can't be alone in a karaoke club.The following is written down on a piece of paper titled 'Mistakes I Made Going to the Karaoke Club with Ru'en'Ru'en had wanted to go out to a karaoke club- a place where people go to see how good (or bad) they are a singing a song without back-up. Because no-one else was available, I volunteered.That was mistake one.When we get there, I noticed a banner that said "Duet Night".Mistake two was not questioning this or Ru'en's wanting to go in.Three was letting Ru'en sign us up while I went to go in and get our seats.After we got in and sit in our seats, we watched a bunch of couples sing their hearts, and lungs, out. It hurt my ears sometimes, but other times, it was pretty good. Then, just as the night was almost over, the announcer- a deejay, I think- announced one last couple;"Taylor S. and Rue N. will be signing Say Something by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera.
Daily Quickie #85: A Full Day With Full TicklesDISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, please seek help instead. This story was not written by me, but by my friend Starwarrior. I am posting these stories here on his behalf.I talk a lot about my fifteen year old nephew but I have more than one. Tim’s son just turned twelve yesterday and we’ve made good use of the spring break to celebrate it.On his birthday yesterday we took him out to the rock wall with some of his friends. I took a turn spotting him while he clambered his way up one of the more challenging obstacles. I couldn’t do it when it was my turn. It went straight up, then curved back so that you are clinging to the underside, hanging by your hands and feet. Man that was tough, I’m definitely not as young as I used to be. But my twelve year old nephew crawled right up the underside and on the way to the top. Wiry little fellow but he’s pretty tough.I used to climb rocks as a kid but
Did You Know"Alright, Cass." Tech sat down beside her on the bed, careful not to disturb her position. "I know you're very tired and might not want to think very hard but I need to talk to you for a few minutes, it's very important.""Shhhhhhh...." Cassidy whispered, stretching out her right arm, placing a single finger on Tech's lips to silence him. "Shhhh... Did you know..."Tech looked at her curiously. "Did I know what?""Shhhhhhhhh." She insisted, her cloudy, tired brown eyes focused so intently on his. "Did you know." She repeated, her quiet voice laced with a tone of complete seriousness. "Lexi is really fucking cute. And so are you. But don't tell her I said that."
Daily Quickie #84: How To Wind Up Your KidDISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, please seek help instead. This story was not written by me, but by my friend Starwarrior. I am posting these stories here on his behalf.I had some fun getting my son all wound up today. More wound up that is. WinkThis afternoon I had been working on some paperwork and the little guy was sprawled out on the couch. Something had given him the giggles, I’m not sure what. But he absolutely couldn’t stop. I would try to concentrate and these snickers and chortles kept spilling out. He would be quiet for a few moments and then burst again. So finally I got up and walked over to where he was laying. He was wearing an unbuttoned short sleeved flannel shirt and khaki shorts and was barefoot. He had a big cheese eating grin. He looked up at me and started giggling again.“I don’t suppose you could be quiet for a few minutes.” I said with mock seriousness. He closed h
Daily Quickie #82: Tammy's Prisoner 3“What are you giggling about?”“This is funny!”“How?”“I don’t know! It just is!”Ben rolled his eyes. He and Anthony were tied back-to-back on the coffee table, and Anthony just couldn’t stop giggling. He seemed to find Ben’s capture hilarious, much to the young boy’s annoyance. “Alright, I’ll give you something to laugh about!”He twisted his wrists around in his bonds, and managed to get both of his palms pressing up against Anthony’s bare tummy. He began to lightly squeeze the puppy fat-laced belly, and Anthony giggled loudly in response. “Heeheehee! Nahahahahahahhhh!” He was thrashing as much as he could within the tight ropes, but was making no headway.“That’s what you get, Anthony! That’s what happens when people laugh at me!” He tickled the cute little belly for a couple minutes before he had to pull away. The ropes were beginning to cut into his
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!