“What a champion…” James commented sarcastically.
“Huh?” came Tim’s distracted reply.
“You see this tosser in the ’86 Laser, tribal decals all down the sides?”
“Oh, yeah. People still do that?”
“Yeah, I guess. You think it looks any good?” James asked.
“Nah.” said Tim, resuming his work, “You?”
James thought for a second, “Nah, not at all.”
I stare, perplexed and transfixed, at a dimly lit screen. Watching nothing happen, nothing at all, I wait. Maybe something will change, be it in me or on my screen. If it does, I’d hate to miss it.
Meanwhile, dreams uncaught float by, carried by the tides of time.
You scratch your sudden itch. Not sure from whence it came.
But, as you try with all your might, the itch, it stays the same.
A horror slowly grows within you. “Whatever could this be?”
“Pleas, Oh God, whatever this is, let it not be fleas!”
“Baffled!?” She yells, “How can YOU be baffled?”
He held up the delicate, ivory figurine and between puffs of smoke from his pipe he simply replied, “Not easily. All these readings say it’s perfectly genuine. I just don’t understand how it could possibly come from where you said it came from. So, if you’re telling me the truth, I’m…[Read more]
The gate that was her composure budged just a little. Just enough to let one small thought out from its confines, through her mind and out her mouth.
“Why not?” slipped quietly through her lips as he walked away. She fell to her knees.
Not to be left behind, the gate was forced wider open as feelings and thoughts, bound by ‘composure’ for so…[Read more]
I tried to run. Fumbling to force one tangled leg in front of the other, I must admit, I made little headway. They caught me easily and pulled me backward, most likely to donate extra bruises to the bounteous collection they’d helped me put together. In a panic I leapt forward and away, but, still partially in their grip I fell forward, through…[Read more]
She scaled the giant stone lizard. Reaching, grasping, slipping and catching, she slowly made her way to its ferociously depicted ornate head. Inside its mouth was a single lizard’s scale. She snatched it out.
“This is a genuine scale”, she announced, “Proving there were giant lizards back then. That is, assuming this is to scale.”
I was hoping for a change.
I didn’t know what change I was hoping for, but, I knew I needed something around me to change. This inactivity, this depression and anxiety. Something I couldn’t control must have caused it. Some unknown circumstance was to blame.
I was wrong.
But, somewhere deep down, I always knew that. I just couldn’t bring…[Read more]
“I don’t like to admit this, but, my first serious relationship happened on the rebound.” Mike explained. I nodded.
“Wait,” I paused, “Your first? How can that be a rebound?”
“Well… not for me…” He struggled.
“Ouch.” I interrupted, understandingly, “I can see why you wouldn’t like to admit that.”
***Optional line:*** He…[Read more]
Her forehead begins to wrinkle as she lightly touches her forefingers to her temples. Eyes closed she focuses, as if recalling a faint and distant memory.
“That’s right.” The elder encourages, “I can sense your aura increasing.”
An autumn leaf, gently resting on the ornate stone in front of her, begins to glow.
Now, reverence and respect, you have to expect, you’ll only present to the elect you select. But, whoever you value, not just the few you can hold up before you and know it’s true that they’re precious to you, but, anyone to whom honor is due, you should honor them too. Your present selection of who deserves affection is irrelevant and should not…[Read more]
I felt the rage inside me building up, like an army scaling a city wall. As it approached the top, I could tell things were about to get messy.
“… I mean, I’m not saying it’s wrong to believe in stuff. Just don’t do it near me. Those arabs and their bombs, the dumb christians and their lies, all that buddha junk… People that stupid…[Read more]
Above the world, on stilts of pride, I stride.
Looking down on those below, I go.
I pick up the pace with an upturned face.
No attention do I pay to where each footstep will lay.
Much to my dismay, gravity has yet a hand to play.
From my superior perch, majestically tall, I fall.
Some live as though they can oppose
That one direction in which time flows.
They must think death picks only those
Who acknowledge that life still comes and goes.
It’s a desperate hope that death only knows
Those of us whose awareness grows
That regardless of what life you chose,
All live and die and decompose.
At first, I read “Mortgage” instead of “Montage”.
This incited a mortgage montage within the imaginative recesses of my mind. Don’t be fooled by the active nature of the word “incited”, it was, in fact, inanely boring. Just a series of expensive bills, one after another, taking decades to complete.
Usually a montage is a good deal more…[Read more]
A half-illuminated face shines at me. Her right eye in shadows of her dark room and her left reflecting the bright screen of a computer. I flip a switch and brighten the room.
“Well?” I ask.
“I don’t feel like cards tonight.” She responds, “Besides, all my friends are on.” She gestures to the screen.
Back at the table we enjoy each others’…[Read more]