• Perplexed, he sat there staring at the problem, wondering where to begin. Sure, he had solved problems like this a million times, but he always froze when it came to tests. Why?

  • I wasn’t trying to compete with him, I was just doing what comes naturally to me – holding the door for you, wishing you a good morning, giving you honest compliments. He thinks I’m a phony, just saying and doing anything to get you. What do you think? That’s what’s important.

  • Guinness Man commented on the post, weaving 4 years, 3 months ago

    Weaving in and out of traffic, the frantic driver didn’t look back to see the swath of destruction he was leaving behind on I-95, he just needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Before his children died.

  • Guinness Man commented on the post, maestro 4 years, 3 months ago

    Yuck…sometimes the stories just come to me with ease, other times I need to dig deep to think of something creative. Given the time constraints, “maestro” will be one that stays buried. Sorry…

  • He stared at the recipe, “OK, I have all the ingredients, I think…” Even though he followed the recipe to the letter, his pie never quite tasted like his mother’s pie. “I miss her,” he said to no one in particular.

  • He sat there, gazing across the pond and wondered how much longer he’d be alive to see such beautiful sights. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have eaten that toadstool,” he thought uneasily to himself, but it was too late now as he already felt the nauseating pangs in his stomach.

  • Guinness Man commented on the post, near 7 years, 7 months ago

    My mood is not much better today, I though as I looked at the trees near the pond. When will things finally get better? Soon, I hope. It’s got to be soon.

  • Guinness Man commented on the post, robot 7 years, 11 months ago

    He was almost like a robot the way he worked so efficiently; he always made sure it was a quick, clean kill. No sense in letting them suffer any more than they already have, he thought. And so it would be for his next contract, the local vicar.

  • I’ve picked up the acoustic guitar – literally – when I was younger. Strummed a few chords and put it down. Other friends picked it up and held it and made beautiful music. I teased them then, I envy them now. It’s never too late to learn, but I think I’d be hard-pressed to train […]

  • I love whiskey and must digress from my current approach. The term whiskey always brings this Theodore Roethke’s “My Papa’s Waltz” to mind – and it still confuses me after al these years: My Papa’s Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing […]

  • John wasn’t used to such luxurious accommodations; in fact, he was a little taken aback by it all after having spent the last ten years of his life in a six by ten cell. “And os it begins,” he thought as he looked down upon Manhattan. “Time to get back to work.”

  • “Integrity? Ha! That’s a laugh!” he snarled. “What do you know about integrity?”

  • He was determined to never let it happen again. The bitter feeling of having everyone pointing and laughing at him – again. “This end’s now!” he thought as he slowly reached into his backpack and pulled out the silencer. “What are you doing with that?” The group of boys asked. He attached the silencer to […]

  • Two people lock eyes from across a crowded room, instantly connected. He worked up the courage to walk over to her and introduce himself. “What have I got to lose?” he thought.

  • “Will I have enough strength?” the man thought as he stared at his dying wife laying on the hospital bed. This wasn’t how he pictured his life to be and now it changed in an instant when the gunshot rang out. “How can I carry on without her?”