“Don’t walk home alone, little one, there are monsters that lurk behind every corner.” My mother always used to tell me as she kissed me goodbye.
“Don’t walk alone, call or text a friend, beware monsters that wait to snatch young folks away.” My dad would tell me the day I drove off to college.
“Don’t walk home alone. I’ll be there to keep you from the shadows that creep.” My love told me the day...
The space between stars, or as I call it, the what if. You’d think it would be empty, void and cold, full of nothingness. At least that’s what we’re told to assume. But truth is does anyone really know what lies between? What if it’s empty nothingness? What if it’s planets teeming with alien life? What if it’s black holes, meteors, or space junk? It’s a place of infinite possibilities. A place ful...
It begins like a song. Soft pale colours like single notes on a piano echoing across the wide expanse of darkness. And then a burst of colours, the melody explodes. Bass, treble, sharp and flats higher and higher, layer upon layer twisting and twirling for their audience of stars. The harmony of pinks and blues, purples and greens, ebb and flow, rise and drop like an orchestra whose director is th...
Have you ever wondered where socks go? How you can put two away and only find one a while later? I have this vague memory from my childhood of someone telling me of a monster. A monster that steals socks. I know there was more too it but I can’t remember now. I’m not even sure if the memory was real or just a childhood fantasy. Either way I don’t believe in monsters. At least not the ones describe...
“That was the worst assassination attempt ever dude.”
“I wasn’t actually trying to kill you!”
“You seasoned the meat with baking soda!”
“Well sorry for trying to do something nice for you!”
“How is poisoning me with baking soda being nice?!”
“I didn’t know! The recipe said to add some!”
“Yeah, some! Not a cup! You know what? I appreciate the sentiment but how about we leave the cooking to me, ...
This job was supposed to be easy dammit. Get in, get the money, get out. So how’d he end up hanging off of the roof top of a 13 story building you might ask? That’s a good fucking question that he didn’t know the answer to. All he knew was he was going to kill his boss, that son of a bitch. He grunted, struggling to pull himself back up over the edge but the duffle bag he had slung across his shou...
A million little shards, each reflecting and shimmering in the afternoon sun. Like a thousand little diamonds, he reached a trembling hand to touch one. It was so quiet, peaceful, not a cloud in the sky and yet. A breeze ruffled his hair, the flowers on the hill, the trees. He held the broken piece of glass admiring the beauty of the light radiating from it for moment. A car drove by shattering th...