Geoff blazed through the front door and up the steps two at a time. He hesitated, looked outside, and watched his parents and Steve talk. He couldn't make anything out, watching the endless pantomime. Steve had pointed upstairs which meant to Geoff that he might be in some sort of trouble. He quickly let the curtains go, flopping down on his bed ( Read more... )

The search for a rock big enough was hard enough. Once he found one, Geoff was struggling to carry the damned thing. He once heard that if you try to lift something too heavy, your balls will lift up into your stomach. Well, that was the way he felt now. His stomach was sore, like the spot where a needle may had been before, your brother punching ( Read more... )

On the way to the murky lake, all Geoff could think of was how much he wanted change. What was it he wanted to change? People were never to be free because they live under so many rules, he figured. If he could just get rid of rules, he could set everyone free and let them choose how to live. His eyes gazed out the window to keep them occupied ( Read more... )

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I was once a man of many songs and laughs. I would travel bar to bar and strum chords and shout love affairs into a cheap mic. Everyone was so greedy. They would come up and tell me about how the songs hit deep in their hearts and how they related. I didn't want them to relate. They are my songs. They are about my life ( Read more... )

It's funny the way we take off our hats every day expecting to put it back on the next. The day was blinded with snow and the sun hadn't been respected in a while. It's a typical christmas in Colorado. Carolers outside hit flat notes and rejoice in a chorus everyone knows. Ever since my wife died in 1999 I have been lazy. The house has not been ( Read more... )

Geoff lay uncomforted in his bed. The clock had a blurred reading of 2:30 AM. Stacey nor Dan tried to comfort him. His eyes were crusty and hot with tears. He fell asleep because his eyelids were glued shut ( Read more... )

Steve was at the table yet again. It's smooth surface made his sleeves slide, but he said nothing of it. Geoff would tap his feet against the ground, holding Moby Dick close to his chest; his heart. Steve rested his hand on the book ( Read more... )

When they ran inside the house, she had wide eyes and was staring at them in horror. She dropped over and without another word was dead. The group of kids circled around her as if they were going to fight over her jewelry. They didn't care about that ( Read more... )

Jack Largin was a small boy who had not much to look forward to. He came from a poor family full of drunkards and sluts. He wore a red baseball cap that attempted to mat down his unruly red hair. It curled like Shirley Temple and raged with colors like fire. The hair complimented a pale face with playful freckles. He was almost a poster child, but ( Read more... )