The ones employed watched
the clock, tick, til two
slow, languid strokes.
Its glib jaw grinding, even
this passive glare in the face
intimating an intricate contention;
that it, too, must work
each day, then it dies.

Type your cut contents here.     Adam Forester was enrolled at John Wilkes Booth University.  He had the bizarre ability, Adam that is, not John Wilkes Booth, although I’ve heard he was a fine actor.  Let me clarify; Adam Forester had the bizarre ability to suspend things in midair, without the aid of strings or any other apparatus.  When strangers ( Read more... )

i didnt have a chance to write anything today, and i didnt really put any thought into the story at all. it was, however, a very good day, minus massive nosebleed part 2. if it happens again tommorow i might bleed out. of montreal managed to pull me back into liking them because they played a really good show today, to counter the carbon copied ( Read more... )

I wrote a very short story at work on wednesday.  here it is.

A midday city sky. Walking alonge, the clouds began to fall liquescently. They seemed very sad about it, so I joined them. i began to fall liquescanetly too. The clouds and myself, turning ourselves to water drops.
A girl walked to me, safely shielded from the falling ( Read more... )

this is the short story i turned in to my creative writing class. i didnt edit anything from how i turned it into them, so the things that i should fix have not actually been fixed.  its long as hell, so i dont expect it to actually be read, but, its here anyway, for posterity.

A bell rang as I opened the door to the dry cleaner’s. It was ( Read more... )

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testing

so. lets talk first night meeting absinthe. a nice aquaintance. imagine that person you see from a distance, knowing they taste like black liquorice (which you hate) and then being introduced with a solid and forceful sip, only to realize, black liquorice has its own personal and extremey unique upside. naturally one must throw sugar all over ( Read more... )

and this is a bad thing to break back onto the lj scene with i suppose, but this is a short spot of fiction that i might put into a larger, but still short story. comments would be lovely ( Read more... )

apparently dreams about mean spiders make me feel pretty down. remind self to never dream of spiders again.