Even in what should have been the heady weight of his last few moments, the voice taunted him. It jeered as he burned tiny holes into his skin.
“Normal people would use a simple note,” it said disdainfully. “Not dismantle their DVD-RW laser and inscribe their stupid suicide message on their body.”
“They will play me like a fucking record, you’ll see” he said, gritting his teeth. Then he ungritted them, and smiled. “God, I’m so clever,” he laughed to himself.
Around the roads near the Bran Castle in Brasov, Romania, where the vampire Count Dracula once used to live, you will often hear villagers tell tale of a small puppy who goes along on his tricycle during very dark times, calling out into the night as he goes on his way. It is heard: squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, and then this squeaky pedaling stops, and the puppy calls out in his sad lonely voice, “Toadie!” Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. “Toadie, where are you?” (more…)
What can I say about Ali? Well, she was our kitten when I was 10 years old.
When I was two, we had two cats. One got ran over, and the other one ran away. The irony is that I don’t remember either one. Me and one of the cats (Missy) are, in one old photo album when I was two years old.  Growing up, we had another cat that was able to touch my heart; Ali.  She was the type of kitten that would craw up in your hair, she was that cool!
I remember having this very mini -mini- pool table with little sticks to play with. (more…)
So we’re sitting with the coffees, watching the rain and staring forward, perched on this side wall with its orange crumbly footholds. Fog comes up from the valley this time of year and you can really get lost in yourself, even with company, and I guess that’s why we’re out so long tonight; sometimes you just need to sort it all out without words, even if your parka soaks through. Kris sits with his back to the wind. My somber buffer, he absorbs the grace of a massive weeping willow who bows in the weight of icicled branches which creak and clink against each other in dull crystallized    timpani . Frost came quick this year and in its wake an icy rainstorm leaving tundra’d  heaps where clump grass used to lie and freezing the coy pond of our youth. I huddle against the red vinyl rock which is Kris and he brushes the wind strewn hair out of my eyes with his gloved hand. We sit and evolve.
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A challenge was issued to compose a piece about Love. This is one of my entries. This is the love tag for all (my) entries.
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It was not from merely the door of the hotel room that they had been thrown into in the throes of passion. No. In fact, they had caused so much of a ruckus on that damn plane above it that the pilot himself authorized the opening of a cabin hatch for dispersal.
Strapped together, sharing a single parachute, the crew positioned the couple near the hatch. Everyone was told to leave the area, except the co-pilot, whose duty it would be to man the operation. (more…)
Dave was kicked out of the Marines, for reasons unknown. He took plenty of medication a day to keep himself normal. He has no friends, and spends most of his time online. He was extremely by the book; don’t mess anything up! The kind of man that spends 30 dollars on a pen, and if you use it, he would have to go wash it off in the sink, like you’rediseased! Dont be surprised if he reads this, He is ready to kill any of his enemies! (more…)
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At least shes wearing Black!
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Tonight I went to the movies with a couple of friends, and as always I just HAD to be saddled with the one guy on the face of the planet who still won’t smuggle in treats. And his new best pal, my friend’s boyfriend. Who also pays ninety three dollars for pre-chewed pretzel bites. But I digress (more…)
Imagine this, without the wind!
