• Ryan Quinn commented on the post, reporter 7 years, 5 months ago

    The reporter stood in the pouring rain outside Mandrake Industries, waiting to speak to the elusive Dr. Drew Stafford. Suddenly a vortex opened and everybody died in pain the end and also there were superheroes aw fuck.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, lending 7 years, 6 months ago

    She would lend them anything: pens, paper, white-out, her stapler. She never expected to get them back, but that brief moment where their fingers touched hers made it all worthwhile.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, shorthand 7 years, 6 months ago

    Shorthanded, the team went into the final game. Poor Roy Mickson was still out with the terrible groin injury that left him unconscious in the field, and left an entire crowd disgusted and amazed. The team won the […]

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, autumn 8 years ago

    Autumn is often considered a time of death, at least in the Frye sense, but Winston had always been energized by the sight of leaves falling. It meant more spaces for him to hide rotten eggs in Mr. McCarthy’s lawn.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, tires 8 years ago

    The run tires him out. Each step forces more blood out of his heart and through his already struggling respiratory system. Each step onto the hard sidewalk feels like tremors surging up through his legs and into his pulsing brain.

  • His affectionate gaze was like a napalm dandelion in her small, trembling hand. Burning and itching, but ever so comfortable and reassuring.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, flannel 9 years, 1 month ago

    His flannel shirt, stained with Pabst Blue Ribbon was lost in the sea of the concert-goers, as they swirled and tangoed into one mass of chanting, screaming projectiles. All was well.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, made 9 years, 3 months ago

    “I’m a made man.” I repeated to myself as I crossed the flower-decked street of southeast Suburbia. I don’t belong here, but someone has invited me into her world, and I feel gifted.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, gift 9 years, 3 months ago

    We gave them gifts of gold, myrrh, and smallpox, and we expect in return nothing less than the surrender of their gods and traditions. I lifted my bow into the air and called out the faint hymn of nature.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, gift 9 years, 3 months ago

    I have a gift. A bright, shiny, sparkling, blue-ballooned gift. It’s magical, preposterous, and brilliant. I can smell bullshit from a mile away.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, vase 9 years, 3 months ago

    Vases adorned the long, marble hallway. One of them contained the antidote I sorely needed to continue breathing and moving like a regular human being. I didn’t end up picking the right one, it kind of sucked.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, leash 9 years, 4 months ago

    He slid the leash around her neck, tightening the collar to an uncomfortable but safe position. She kneeled down and began to walk in front of him, keeping him safely in tow. She truly was his bitch.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, pleased 9 years, 4 months ago

    I was pleased to discover the keys on my counter as I entered the door. I picked them up gingerly, like a small child I was afraid to bruise, and carried them over like a proud parent to my alcohol cabinet. Sometimes liquor is feels like it’s replacing my son, and I don’t mind.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, lease 9 years, 4 months ago

    I’ve got a new lease on life, but my landlord is kind of a bitch. Her overweight, smelly, badly-dressed figure looms over my important life moments and instills in me the lack of self-confidence to tell me I’ll never accomplish what I set out to in my rent agreement.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, common 9 years, 4 months ago

    Common goods are not commodities, but rather they are what’s best for us, as commoners. I’m trying to do too much, here. Screw it. Time to lower myself to the common man.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, spike 9 years, 4 months ago

    Spikes adorned the protestors this past weekend like the Swiss Alps of unneeded dissent. Nothing’s going to change if all you do is throw shit through windows. Grow up, idiots.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, bleach 9 years, 4 months ago

    The lady poured the bleach on her hands and scrubbed them raw, dead skin falling to the floor in sheets. She reached for the lye, barely able to concentrate. Out, out damn spot.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, without 9 years, 5 months ago

    Without you, I am a hollow shell. This may sound cliche, but the unadulterated fact is that I have no clue who you are, but you impact me in a profound and difficult way. You must be one crazy nut.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, strung 9 years, 5 months ago

    The violin was strung almost too tight, so every time the bow passed, the stress on the strings made them come close to snapping. Danger never sounded so beautiful.

  • Ryan Quinn commented on the post, hawk 9 years, 5 months ago

    There was a time when I thought I was punk rock and needed a mohawk. My hair is much more suited to fall off my head in embarassing shapes. You can fight the man, but you can’t fight growing old as a man. Oh well, I can still put stupid spikes on.