Careening Quickly down ( Read more... )

There is a place,

Deep Inside,

Where all our dreams and nightmares hide;

This magic world is around and in,

The buildings, sky, and our skin;

We ignore it,

We deplore it,

But the world moves silently on;

Ennui connects us,

Tethers us,

Chains us to the world of the dreams,

While destroying the bonds,

And ties that bind,

Us to ( Read more... )

When it began, it was perfect

Now it just seems so frail

The shine in your eyes has gone away

And that says everything

That says it all

And that says everything

Yeah, that says it all

And that says everything

Fuck, that says it all

And that says everything

That says it all

                So, on the morning of the twenty third of April, in the two thousand and seventh year of our Lord; when Paul left his apartment only to find his car had been towed, he was not visibly frustrated. Although his mind raged, he calmly took five sips from his coffee mug, and then made his way over to the sign posted by his apartment ( Read more... )

                “What do I have to do to make you fall in love with me?” James said, the rain deafening his own ears to the words that escaped him.

Desperation.

The word had never made more sense to him. He felt it from the very depths of his being, that need beyond reason, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. ( Read more... )

           The moon backlit her silhouette. The room was pitch black, and her shape was the only thing John could see. Her body moved rhythmically back and forth, on the other side of the room. The pain created by this image was immense, he strained every muscle in his body not to cry out at this indignity. He knew that it was innocent enough, she ( Read more... )

                The music that drifted through the open door of the café was abrasive, but welcoming. The usual customers were there. The barista sat behind the counter at the back of the café. He could not hear any of the customer’s conversations, and he liked it that way, the less interruptions in his homework, the better.

The barista noticed ( Read more... )

The grocery store was shabby and unkempt. It was in the bad part of town, not far from the University. This was the kind of store you would find populated by the young and disenfranchised. Charles M. Erickson was neither, but he was running late for a date.

Charles M. Erickson was a man who had no time for pleasantries. His work was ( Read more... )

So, Here I am, ripping of Mike's great idea to have all of
my stories arranged in an easy to get to format.

Enjoy.
Stories:
March 12th
The Splendiferous Event at Mr. Skeleton's
Euphoria
Kharma Cafe
The Stars That Shine
How Bread Cort his Tart
Of Love and Redemption
Murphy, Kevin
Wine, Women, and Song
The Photograph (or Madame Ivanova's Magical ( Read more... )

I know that I haven't updated in a long time...

and this itself is barely an update.

I'd just like to say,
in response to mike's post.

You make amazing points, and have oddly amazing timing... I'll tell you about that later.

Dueces