Feel free to comment on my work for improvement sake. Let’s be real here, I’m a cat. Outside of the box thinking is tough.
Feel free to comment on my work for improvement sake. Let’s be real here, I’m a cat. Outside of the box thinking is tough.
“Gorgeous, baby, honey, sugar pie.”
“Don’t pet name me.”
“Untie me!”
“Just like a man. Make me a sandwich. Do the dishes. Untie me.”
“But the tide is rolling in!”
The first moon pulled the tide high. The moon held the center of the sky. The clear blue showed stars and the moon. It was a full moon.
“I swear. She meant nothing.”
“All men say that.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“Truth?”
“Yes! I s...
The month of June held a special place in Brick’s heart. It was the month he met Kara. He’d never forget that first night. His heart pumped like the flutter of a butterfly in a flower field. He kept the little tricket that he’d found that night. It was a lump of love in his pocket.
“Oh, I wonder what I should get her tonight.” He looked through the candy aisle at a seven-eleven on the corner of G...
Farris never shuts up. I live next door. He keeps his Stars and Stripes in plain view.
“Look at this area. It’s going to welfare.” Farris says that about once a week.
“Is that right?” I’m often too tired for his nonsense.
“You know, this area had a chance once. Now, it’s just welfare.”
“Really?”
“Why should I pay to support people who don’t work?”
“Why should you?”
“I shouldn’t. I pay my ...
Terry’s wallet was gone. He searched his pockets, felt up his coat, and looked around. Nothing. No wallet, but he did see a couple of small figures running like they might be up to something, and so he chased him.
He wondered down the alley as he saw what seemed to be little men in pointed hats slip behind a dumpster. He heard a rusty creak like something needed oil. On the other side of the dump...
As the suns set in Lytheria, darkness takes its truest form in the Palance of the undead. “A beauty such as she has only to look upon you before you feel her teeth at your throat.” Fleeing the monsters in the black mist, Ginnia finds that her likeness has been killing members of her own royal line. As the guards chase her, she finds the truth lies in the story of her birth as she is torn between a...
In the morning, in the sun,
I pass the mirror for a few
And wonder how my skin has aged
Wrinkled like a leather shoe
Wishes never seem to cease and
Seconds fly without a cue
Taking youth away on wings that
Beat the sky to black and blue
Mirror, mirror on my wall
I ask not fairest truths of you
But if I asked where my waist went
Would you tell me that it grew?
And yet I know the answers still
Bu...
They tell me I’m ill. I never questioned it until recently.
I live in a room with another man, Gary. He likes to rhyme words. I grow annoyed with his incessant need for similar sounds. Today, it was spray, may, lay, pray, gay—and if he would shut up, I’d be much happier. They let us into the common room, a short walk down the hall from where I sleep. Today, my jeans and buttoned flannel seem good...
A note was found at the end of a bacon trail at Duckingburg Palace, and it read as follows:
“Good whatever time of day it is to whomever it concerns,
Yes, I have captured Pickles, the royal purebred. As I have understood, you need him for a breeding ceremony in about 24 hours to continue your familiar’s lineage, but in 12 hours, the last human reserve is set to be destroyed as per royal decree. ...
Sunlight breaks through winter’s window with
Such a beautiful fire that we’d go blind
To look on that Medusa with mere eyes,
Each corona a snake ready to strike
And yet, without the gaze that burns us all
The earth would freeze as solid as bricks laid
In ancient Egypt’s desert, pyramids
Trapped frozen for all time with daily heat....
Tybolt flew back to the den after he’d calmed himself as best as he was able.
Landing, he walked in the opening between the two gold boulders. The other dragons noticed him by his lonesome.
His father came down to him and asked, “Where is Anastasia?”
Tybolt tried but lost his cool when he tried to answer. Instead of words, he only cried out flames.
Seeing the flames, his father understood, emb...