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Collared, chained and strapped to the table, Jeffrey was under constant supervision. Suicide watch is never easy, and this particular patient seemed to have a singular talent for finding ways to harm himself.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 09.06.2009 @ 9:58 am
Talent is optional.
Being an art major was never so easy as it is now. You need not have experience, come one come all! Bring your pencils, you don’t need to know how to draw!
All we ask is tuition.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.19.2009 @ 6:13 am
Over the course of the disease, his muscles would grow unchecked. Danny’s strength would abound, and his skills would seem to defy human improvement.
Alas, his superpower was degenerative. Danny would not survive long enough to be a Superman. Wiggins’ disease does not allow for a long career
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.16.2009 @ 11:33 am
The itch was spreading like wildfire across his back, burning just under his flesh with an achingly annoying pain.
The skin split, and Gregor began to molt.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.16.2009 @ 8:19 am
Her lips were my favorite pastime, her skin my best pillow. Our every moment was bliss together, and I wish it had never ended.
Now, of course, I’ve found someone new; and while love is the same every time, the excitement of my first is gone forever.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.14.2009 @ 8:47 am
Adrienne had been conditioned to understand that certain things are inappropriate. For example, when a guy drives by your house repeatedly only to speed away when you catch his eye, it probably means: dangerous stalker.
This, if nothing else, made her scream upon finding the mysterious bouquet on her car’s hood forgivable.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.12.2009 @ 10:09 am
The radio blared rock music, the bass beating a jungle rhythm as Jerry pushed his car 80, 90, 100 miles per hour. The wind whipping through his open windows was exhilarating, the joy ride worth every ounce of punishment.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.11.2009 @ 10:49 am
She had expected and prepared for the hurt, the stinging heartache; she wasn’t ready for the cleansed, relieved feeling the breakup inspired in her.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.10.2009 @ 1:10 pm
The peanut gallery gathered round
Humpty Dumpty tumbled down
All the King’s horses, all the King’s men
cheered at Humpty’s spilled yolk,
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.09.2009 @ 1:24 pm
The peanut gallery gathered around Victor as he slowly stitched his left hand back into place, savoring every moment of his shock-induced fame.
Only one student remained separate from the throng of admirers surrounding the manufactured boy.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.09.2009 @ 1:13 pm
Like geese in a gander, the students crowded around Victor as he waved his detached hand in the air. He knew that his parents wanted him to maintain a low profile, but inconspicuous just doesn’t cut it in the high school setting.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.08.2009 @ 12:04 pm
Gently, Mickey brushed the ink across his light pencil lines. “Hold still, Emma,” he muttered, hoping to catch the lighting of her cheekbones from life instead of memory.
So far, inkwash painting had proven difficult for Mickey to master.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.07.2009 @ 11:19 am
She is an idol, a banal goddess, spreading her legs on my computer screen for all the internet to worship.
I come to this altar every morning, and every morning it feels a little less personal. Her stone-faced partner looks like a guy I hated in high school; her painted features speak of boredom and disgust.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.06.2009 @ 9:50 am
He was bored, idle, useless. The weight of the wasted day weighed heavily on his shoulders; exasperated with himself, he lay back on his bed for the umpteenth time. Nothing was getting DONE!
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.05.2009 @ 8:50 am
The collapse of Daniel Wilcox’s world started as a whisper.
“I love you,” she murmured in his ear, half moaning the words as he tore into her dress. “Oh God, Danny, I love you so much… don’t ever leave me…”
“I won’t,” he promised, his breath fogging her glasses.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.04.2009 @ 1:30 pm
His shirt stuck to his sweating back in the thick, sticky, humid air. He hated this place; hated the heat, the constant rotting smell, the unbearable moisture that permeated every surface and substance.
It’s not the temperature that kills you, it’s that damned humidity.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.03.2009 @ 2:00 pm
The planet turned below, curiously cylindrical from a fourth-dimensional viewpoint. Its constituent molecules swarmed around in time, combining and separating and recombining again and again, tracing lines of light throughout the grid that was his omniscient view of space-time.
A kaleidoscope of time and space stretched his imagination to the brink of tearing before his consciousness finally snapped back into an all-too-human perspective, leaving him craving his metaphysical eyes like an implausible drug.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.02.2009 @ 8:15 pm
“Please respond,” Frank sobbed into the radio. “Please, we’re trapped, I’ll do anything…”
The police cruiser was sunk into the mud, all four wheels spinning helplessly as the murky shadow approached.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.02.2009 @ 7:43 am
Icy tendrils of dread crept up her spine. Amy didn’t know exactly what was happening; she only knew that it was dark tonight, and that something had made a loud crash near her bedroom window.
Flashlight shaking in her hand, she quickly turned the corner and with sham boldness called out, “Who’s there?”
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 08.01.2009 @ 6:48 am
The white tiled floor was spotless and sterile. Fluorescent lights gleamed from it and illuminated the unbearably clean hospital wing as mourners trudge mutely to pay their respects to the soon-to-be departed.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.31.2009 @ 6:47 am
“Shallow,” Jenny repeated. “As in you AREN’T DEEP.”
“Omg, how could you say that?!” Chelsea yelped. “I’m SO deep.”
“You cheated on your boyfriend because his best friend was WEARING A SHIRT THAT MATCHED YOUR BRA!”
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.30.2009 @ 6:32 am
Drive and determination, determination and drive.
‘Push, Push, PUSH,’ he chanted in his mind, panting and heaving towards the finish line.
Drive and determination, determination and drive.
Will he win his race in time?
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.28.2009 @ 8:28 pm
Her infant eyes stared lovingly up at her father as she cooed happily and kicked her soft, chubby little legs.
The baby was content, but Daddy was far from pleased. This was the biggest poopy diaper he had ever seen.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.28.2009 @ 6:05 am
Soiled. Dirty. Ruined.
She rolled over in her bed, hugging herself and sobbing softly into the sheets. She felt so wrong, almost inhuman.
Soiled. Dirty. Ruined.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.27.2009 @ 4:50 am
The gravity of the situation seemed to escape Charlie.
“I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” She screamed into his bemused face.
“Okay,” Charlie said. “If that’s what you want.”
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.26.2009 @ 5:27 am
He paused warily; hesitantly, he took another step forward, then paused again.
He wasn’t sure why he was being so wary, but something about the chilling fog and the dank night air made him so uneasy that his dearest wish was to run home.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.25.2009 @ 4:52 am
“Get your paws off me,” she said, “it’s only our first date.”
“Yeah, but you know you’ve loved me since third grade.”
She laughed. “You mean you were in love with ME,” she retorted.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.24.2009 @ 2:46 am
The twine cut deep into her wrists as she struggled desperately against her bonds. “Oh my dear, don’t do that,” he cooed. “You’ll only hurt yourself that way. We don’t want to make a mess, do we?”
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.23.2009 @ 4:57 am
The growing pain from his new wisdom tooth left Charlie miserable. The ache seemed to cut relentlessly into his cheek, and his family could not afford the necessary surgery to have it removed. He would have to suffer through.
Perhaps this was where the wisdom would come in.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.22.2009 @ 5:06 am
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Angels sang, trumpets sounded, babies cooed and fireworks danced with lightning and thunder through a technicolor sky.
Our first kiss was absolute magic.
» Posted By Chuck Meacham On 07.21.2009 @ 5:41 am