Brundle walked back into the kitchen, fully refreshed from his routine pre-dinner-rush constitutionals, and slammed into a wall of thick, black smoke. The all-too familiar aroma of charred dough and cheese filled his nostrils. His eyes welled up with tears, partly from the smoke, but mostly from the thought of his perfectly-topped meat monster ( Read more... )

Reticent and taciturn combust upon impact of next breath to unsaid chest as if existence was but fable to them from the get.

Blessed untethering of apprehension once bound through timid times explodes thought via unabated tongue, pressing words like needle-borne ink to stretched flesh bound for partial perpetuity.

Infant thought be fragile, yet ( Read more... )

“Feckless? That’s not a word, is it?”  I exclaimed with actual curiosity. “Yes, it’s a word” snapped Mortimer, “And that’s a triple word score, BEEEOTCH!!” Mortimer was a very sore winner with a lexicon much larger than mine (and the reason I know the word lexicon, he used it to beat me in last week’s scrabble match), of course he was 96, he’s ( Read more... )

As night falls in my forest, the midsummer sun may set to a brilliant bath of blue from the full moon that cascades over all exposed terrain. On nights like that, it's best to engage in hide & seek or (my personal favorite) capture the flag, provided you have the numbers. There’s just something thrilling about the hunt and the ensuing chase that ( Read more... )

Lieutenant Stafford rubbed his brow with his nicotine fingers. Beads of sweat visibily dripping from his brow, now furrowed from the thick yarn he felt was being shoveled to him on his third consecutive shift. He let out an evidently labored sigh as he continued his seemingly futile line of questioning.

“Look, kid, you now have received four times ( Read more... )

“Everything looked like a nail?” I asked with my mouth partially full of cheddar horseradish chips.

“Everything, man, the grass, the furniture, the cars, even my hammer. everything” Rosco answered. “Well everything but you.”

“Sooo… I was the only normal thing?” I replied

“NO!” Rosco nearly shouted as he reached into his lunchbox, “There was nothing ( Read more... )

The first of the month, I approached the room at the end of the hall.  God knows what to expect.  He’s been here half a year thus far.  I gave him a decent amount of leeway, considering his less-than-cordial dismissal from his girlfriend’s apartment and his unemployable eccentricities.  Though, I had to collect.  I couldn’t carry anybody’s ( Read more... )

Skepticism covered Kenneth’s face like grease paint on wee circus person. “Well…. It’s quite a bit more than I was gonna spend.”  The smarmy sales rep looked at him as if he had just watched him swallow a fistful of thumbtacks. “Hey, my man.  This “Quite a bit more” you speak of (yes, he air-quoted) is half the price of what you’d normally pay any ( Read more... )

Come one, come all to the fantastically ridiculous and wonderfully bizarre world of N8tastrophe! If you’ve a hankering for a smorgasbord stocked heartily with home-spun yarns of dark and lighter fare, whimsical absurdities, amusingly twisted narratives and silly-yet-satisfying wordplay, you may have come to the right place. Either way, you’re here ( Read more... )

I, N8tastrophe have decided to enter Season 11 of LJ idol.  It will hopefully be a wild ride of good writings shared by all.  Good luck to all of my fellow competitors.