silence was what she noticed, when what she expected to happen did not ( Read more... )

kenny awoke to a strong beam of light shooting through the open window of his shack, this usually meant awaking to a headache, but today it felt good. the smell of ocean salt still hung in the air. kenny realized he had dreamed, one which, for the first time in his life, he came close to calling a vision. He was in a thick and lush forest, a forest ( Read more... )

Charity looked down at her lacy g-string to make sure the small red ribbon was firmly tied in a lovely little bow at the place between her hip and her stomache muscles, that little indentation that she loved so much on the bodies of boys she had known. The small red ribbon, she'd once had a friend who told her that a small red ribbon tied on your ( Read more... )

he was the kind of boy that a perceptive eye would peg as surly. Only 9 years old, he loved to bully, was quick to anger, and stupid. Today he was outside bludgeoning a turtle to death with a bat. The poor wounded turtle, it's shell was starting to crack. "A species with learned helplessness", the godhead thought. The definition of learned ( Read more... )

Kenny walked inside his modest house and immediatly went to the fridge. His budwieser had been replaced by plain white cans that had the word "Beer" printed in black across each container. "No harm there" he thought and went ahead and opened one ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, back in Jones County, Kenny was finally getting the courage to get up and leave the bathroom. It was a hard thing to do after all, the bathroom seemed to posses a lightness that could not be found in any pill or bottle. It glowed. Kenny had not only slept like he never had before, but it felt as if God had taken his index finger and ever ( Read more... )

Wino grody threw up all over herself, she had the sensation of little birds flying around her head, which coincidentally matched the birds that were on her yellow, now stained with orange viomit, summer dress ( Read more... )

"Oh my Gaaawd, Grody! You're so Grody!" Polly exclaimed as she pushed Grody away from her. Grody staggered back and landed on his ass on the well worn porch, chunks of spittle flying from his mouth. When he looked up, Polly's boyfriend, Sick, was standing by her side. Sick leaned down and picked up Grody by the collar and held him against one ( Read more... )

love it when the words appear. Wino grody had been humming a david bowie song fragment, unwashed..and slightly...couldn't remember the rest of the chorus...was it 'rumpled"? That would have fit. Wino's floral dress was dirty, sweaty, little splatters of blood on the dress and creased from sitting so long in the hot car. Wino's primer black ford ( Read more... )

Wino didn't know what kind of mood Polly would be in when he got there. Would it be a warm welcome or a violent and brutal slaughter. He guessed it didn't matter right now. It put a bad taste in the mouth, but grody would just have to squeeze his throat together and force up that guilt that sat there like the mucus an army recruit gets when they go ( Read more... )