Stuff i write, maybe fiction, maybe not.
THE MARK The bell above the diner door dingled, the morning sun streaming onto the worn floor as the unfamiliar man strode in. He stopped as the door swung shut behind him and scanned the people talking in pairs and groups scattered around the quaint establishment. “Whose candy-ass catastrophe of Read more…
One year ago, i said goodbyesYou settled down and closed your eyesI miss the spaces that you tookI sometimes find that when i lookOff to the side, an empty spaceIs all i see, not your bright face Once, when i came home through the doorThe clack of paws upon the Read more…
1. Wayne R. Being a somewhat-appreciated associate at Crap-Mart, Wayne starts his morning when his alarm goes off at 7:30 AM. After hitting the snooze button three times, he scrambles out of bed at 8:05, dresses in whatever clothes have been left on the floor, splashes water on his face, Read more…