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reporter

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.30.2012 @ 7:22 pm

lending

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.12.2012 @ 1:22 pm

shorthand

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 game, but that’s not the real story here.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.08.2012 @ 11:51 pm

autumn

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 11.07.2011 @ 7:41 pm

tires

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 11.05.2011 @ 3:19 pm

plans

Plans for now. Plans for the future. Plans define who we are as individuals in an individualistic society. No matter if we follow through with plans or not, it is plans that keep us motivated to strive for something, anything.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 04.03.2011 @ 4:08 pm

heels

the back of your foot. quite possibly the most important part of your foot because it gives you balance. where would we be without heels? women certainly wouldnt have any way to flaunt their legs, but they’re more than that. they give us the boost we need to get through the day. thank you heels.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 03.15.2011 @ 3:47 pm

affection

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

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 11.26.2010 @ 2:01 pm

flannel

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 10.12.2010 @ 2:25 pm

made

“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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.28.2010 @ 1:04 pm

gift

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.22.2010 @ 10:57 am

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.21.2010 @ 1:05 pm

vase

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.20.2010 @ 12:16 pm

leash

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.16.2010 @ 8:53 am

pleased

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.15.2010 @ 9:47 am

lease

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.14.2010 @ 10:56 am

common

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 07.02.2010 @ 5:57 pm

spike

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.28.2010 @ 1:44 pm

bleach

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.21.2010 @ 3:41 pm

without

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.19.2010 @ 10:22 am

strung

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.09.2010 @ 11:52 am

hawk

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.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.08.2010 @ 12:59 pm

remark

I’ve made a few remarks that I wish I could take back in my time, but we don’t possess that power. Each remark leaves a mark, and I guess we all have to live with the bruises and scars.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.08.2010 @ 10:20 am

science

Science and mathematics are the controlled study of the unexplainable. Imaginary numbers, physics, calculation, we all like to imagine that these things are concrete, but they in fact lie outside of the realm of human consciousness. I need to stop writing like a scientist.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.07.2010 @ 7:33 am

Science is what causes the laws of attraction, and therefore love. Sure, we like to think it’s mystical and beautiful, but is there anything more amazing than the idea that we were meant to be together? Call me back.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.06.2010 @ 11:34 am

spine

The spines of my books have all become frayed with the amount of opening and closing, sitting on desks, and being left in the weather. My own spine has suffered the same fate at the hands of my friends and relatives, bent but proud of its experience.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 06.05.2010 @ 10:24 am

bow

The archers hold taut their bow strings, all perpendicularly facing the condemned man. The man smiles, he knows that their fate will be much worse than his. The sky falls.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.27.2010 @ 2:01 pm

pillar

Pillar of the community. I’d be interested to see how that correlates to the pillars of Ancient Greece, huge looming statues that represent absolute truth and power. Is this what our neighbors are?

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.26.2010 @ 4:27 pm

withheld

To withhold. To stop someone from having something. Actually, I typed “someone from having someone” there first, which is usually more accurate in terms of withholding sex. People do that, and it sucks.

» Posted By Ryan Quinn On 05.10.2010 @ 1:51 pm

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