“Matt!” He replied. The elevator vibrated violently and slowed almost imperceptibly. “What’s yours?”
            “It’s Jessie!” I shouted back. “Why were you in that dungeon?”
            “I don’t know!” He returned. “I haven’t understood a single thing that’s happened to me all morning!”
            “Me either!” I bellowed, momentarily ( Read more... )

Chapter One

The morning that the rent in the fabric of space/time appeared in my bathroom, I figured I’d hit bottom.
            Unfortunately, I was wrong. It was, after all, a Monday morning - and I never have gotten the hang of Monday mornings. I tried to back towards the bathroom door as the slit widened. Sadly, my sense of ( Read more... )

I hate my novel, oh yes, I hate my novel, indeed, I hate my novel.  Oh yeah.

I'm tired.

I threw out my keys at Mike's house.

I'm losing my mind.

            Miraculously, I spotted a red glow from across the parking lot.  I pointed.

“Exit!”  I panted breathlessly.  We dashed towards the convivial glow of the red exit sign.  The bathtub perceived our intentions and altered its course, galloping to cut off our escape.  We arrived at the exit with the bathtub steps behind us.  We ( Read more... )

[EMCEE]
And now, meine Damen und Herren... Mesdames et
Messieurs... Ladies and Gentlemen- The Kit Kat Klub
is proud to present a most talented young lady from
England. Yes- England! I give you- and don't forget
to give her back when you're finished with her- the
toast of Mayfair... Fraulein Sally Bowles!!

[SALLY]
Mama
Thinks I'm living in a convent,
A ( Read more... )

I hear singing and there's no one there ( Read more... )

            “Where do we go?”  Matt hollered.  Dazedly, I tried to focus my attention on the matter of our escape, but was unable to concentrate.  My synapses were all subjugated by the sensation of his hand on my elbow.  I wondered if perhaps I had gone suddenly and unexpectedly insane.

We were sprinting between two lines of closely- ( Read more... )

Songs of the soul, pure and beautiful, but twisted and maligned, wronged, hiding.  Pain.  Pain.  Humiliation.  Can’t you see I’m in love?

I am the sweetly insane one.  I walk through life wearing rose-tinted glasses but with derision in my soul. I’m crazy, you know. I torture myself with dreams each night, musing over impossibilities and anxiously sweating through the sheets. So hopeless, a dream of perfection.