Whoooosh.
My head is spinning and I know it’s happened again. I’ve been warped to another period of time. I swallow hard and wait to open my eyes until the faintness has subsided. I blink, and then again. I’m hovering above a sea of people clamoring angrily, rage collectively shaping their faces. Why am I above them? I try to move an arm, I can’t. I try to move my legs. Nope. I glance down and no...
I scanned the glistening sand as we walked, while simultaneously listening to Tracey talk about her latest thoughts on her friend, Chris. The waves crashed over Tracey’s words, I half smiled and nodded. Then something caught my eye. Lying in a pile next to a large piece of driftwood was the same kind of gun that Rose McGowan used as a leg in that movie that Quentin Tarantino directed....
The first three seconds when you wake up is bliss. You have a clean slate, innocence, and then you remember. I blinked away my grogginess and swallowed, my mouth was dry and unsavory. My cheek was against cold cement and I had a dirty rag shoved into my mouth—I could tell it was dirty, because I could taste the dirt inside of my mouth. My hands were bound behind my back with what I assumed was the...
Michael chuckled at the sight of his old palettes of makeup that he used to decorate his face like a clown’s…what felt like a lifetime ago now. Micheal looked in the full-size mirror in the attic and pictured himself in his bulky clown attire, his curly, bright colored wig, and a smooth, pasty white face that was now marked with wrinkles similar to a road map.
Michael continued rummaging through ...
It’s a peculiar feeling, being held in the arms of someone you know doesn’t trust you. When you know the person believes everything you do or say is motivated by lousy, self-seeking intentions. I was working on myself and genuinely trying to be better, but the thing is, she never allowed me to show up as better, but she still wanted me in her bed....
I stared into the face of the confused interviewer and repeated my earlier response into the microphone she was tilting towards my lips.
“Yeah. I brought a dildo into the Hunger Games,” I wiped my mouth with my arm and looked down to see my arm now streaked with blood. I shrugged and continued.
“I figured it’s every man for himself. Everyone wants to fuck you, I’m going to fuck myself.”
I grabb...
I was free falling for what seemed like hours. I was racing through the sky like an Amtrak train. Or was that the ground? Thud! I peeled my eyes open before I could have another thought, to see the tallest flames I’ve ever seen dancing around me. I focused my vision to directly in front of me. Standing in a maid’s outfit was none other than Adolf Hitler. He was bent over in front of me with a pine...
