• It’s important to take care of your body, he thought picking up the apple. Across the counter a protein bar called his name. Chocolate coated, with chocolate chips and a chocolate center. But it was a protein bar so it had to be healthy, right? Cause of the protein.

  • “Yeah, that’s right push it!” He wasn’t doing any lifting himself, but still there was a vein pulsing on the side of his head.
    I managed one more and set the weight back on the rack.
    “Killer, bro. Straight ripped my friend.” He put his hand up for what I thought was a high-five and I was surprised when his hand wrapped around mine a bit more…[Read more]

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, scorpion 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    “And scorpion, left leg up.” The instructor stated at the front of the class. Everyone rolled onto their stomachs and swung their legs over their shoulders. Well, as best they could they did.
    How does she do it? He thought to himself, trying his best not to stare too long as she flawlessly completed the action ahead of him.
    She quicly glanced…[Read more]

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, crisp 2 months ago

    A crips? I don’t know what that is…
    Crisps, sir? Crisps. As in, cheese and onion? Or salt and vinegar? Crisps.
    Uh huh, okay. Well, maybe I’ll just have some fries then, do y’all have them?
    Ah, you mean chips, sir?
    Well, goddanggit! Now you’re just messing with me.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, songwriter 2 months ago

    I wrote the music and she would write the lyrics. She was more of a poet than a songwriter. She had this ability to take the things that people feel and turn them into words. Not describe them, but write out the words so that when you read them, you could really feel it. It made it easy to make the music. I just made it sound how she made it feel.

  • The roads certainly couldn’t be getting better, she thought peering through the glint of the fireplace on the window-pane. But they must be close, they’re certainly close.
    The rain poured down through the needles and boughs of the pine trees heavier and heavier, blocking out the moon. As the rain intensified, it brought along with it darkness.…[Read more]

  • I think we should use the nice ones, she’s my mother for Christ’s sake!
    I understand where you’re coming from, but she isn’t a queen or anything she’s…
    She’s what?
    She’s just your mother.
    Aha! JUST my mother. I suppose you’d break out the plastic for your mother as well, eh?
    Sweetheart, my mother is dead.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, broke 11 months ago

    It was never really a fear of mine, but I suppose it always kind of loomed as a possibility. I know some people always had a safety net, I’m not sure what they meant by that, if they were walking on a damn tight-rope but anyway, I’ve never really felt that way. If I ever did, I can’t remember. But it’s not there now.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, outlet 1 year, 1 month ago

    “Would a spoon be okay, though?”
    He looked over the top of his newspaper with only a half-attentive glance. “Would a.. wait, what?”
    “You said not to stick a knife or a fork in it…” the child replied, his gaze shifting from father to outlet, father to outlet. “But is a spoon okay?”
    The father sighed, lifting the newspaper. “You know what,…[Read more]

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, wagon 1 year, 2 months ago

    Dysentery. That’s what they called it. Not rightly sure I had any idea what it meant. But hell, I knew what it did. Wife in the ground in Dakota. Son in the ground in Nebraska. Two hundred miles to Oregon and the only thing I have to my name is a damn empty wagon and, you guessed it, dysentery.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, stunt 1 year, 2 months ago

    Little was known of him before he donned the helmet. To be honest, little was known of him after either. Most just knew his name, few what he looked like, and far fewer still why he did it. But none of that really mattered. All he cared about were those few seconds, high in the air, with all eyes watching.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, meow 6 years, 2 months ago

    “Honey” he yelled down the hall into the kitchen. “Honey it’s… it’s here again.” He stared into the eyes of his nemesis and it stared back, licking it’s lips.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, wafer 6 years, 4 months ago

    “What’s this supposed to be?” He said, glaring at her from across the table.
    “It’s a cookie… It’s your dessert.” She mumbles awkwardly, smiling back at him.
    He slowly turns the plate over and lets the treat fall to the floor, stares at it momentarily then looks up at her. “We need to talk…”

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, casting 6 years, 4 months ago

    All there was in the office was a desk with a simple desk chair, a lamp, and in the corner of the room a black leather couch. I sat on the couch. It seemed more comfortable. I wanted this thing to be casual. It was calming to lay back on the couch, show him my confidence.

  • mr.bojangals commented on the post, choose 6 years, 9 months ago

    They stood before him. He knew that it wasn’t really a decision he had to make so much as an acceptance of the life he would lead from here on in. One would be perfect. Everything he could ever accomplish and be proud of. The other was her. He took her hand… and chose.