Today? I’ll be in a good mood when I get home. Even though my mood begins to sour at the mere thought of going home, I optimi…
A sequel to Toxic Home
Today? I’ll be in a good mood when I get home. Even though my mood begins to sour at the mere thought of going home, I optimi…
A sequel to Toxic Home
It comes to me gradually, I think. Completely engrossed in the task at hand, my fingers continue to peck at the keyboard like…
A sequel to A Daydream Unrealized
I sit alone
by my window
watching as all things
and people
come to pass
me by.Suddenly, He
walks down
the hill, in all
His …
A sequel to One Hand to the Window {a poem}
“You bastard” she spat again. A drop of spittle clinging precariously to her quivering lower lip rocketed at my face. I didn’...
A sequel to Black Pump
I had no idea what she was talking about. My head and belly hurt and now she was putting some serious hurt on my back. Throug…
A prequel to Who's Baker?
Capping off an extended vacation on the head of a lit match, I stared sightlessly. The sun shown in my eyes but I did not squ…
A sequel to The Stream
“You bastard” she spat again. A drop of spittle clinging precariously to her quivering lower lip rocketed at my face. I didn’...
A prequel to Black Pump
D: I broke my clavicle.
J: Remind me what a clavicle is.
D: Wrecked on my bike.
J: Yikes! Are you going to heal up nicely?
D:...
A sequel to Remind Me What a Clavicle is
J: He was a cool guy before that. We partied and did all kinds of crazy things. Good memories. When he started dating her, he…
A prequel to You're Allergic to What?
The ticking clock is haunting me everywhere I go.
I’m waiting for your call and then maybe I will know,
did you love then and…
A sequel to To my true love
The powder had an acrid smell that burned my eyes and throat. I hesitantly returned her embrace to partially shield my face. ...
A sequel to Vicky's A Blast
She didn’t even look down. Her eyes sort of shivered side to side and then settled in the outer corners; one looking left, th…
A sequel to What have you done with Vicky?
The powder had an acrid smell that burned my eyes and throat. I hesitantly returned her embrace to partially shield my face. ...
A prequel to Vicky's A Blast
Do you ever wonder what happens when it ends? When the thrubdubbing of your heart slows, and the last little electrical pulse…
A sequel to In the Bleakness of Winter Thought
But was it the last cookie?
Was it real?
Maybe in my haste my life has already passed and I’m in a state of fugue/no fugue….
A prequel to The bleakness
He was certain that the massive doors were not there a minute before.
“Damn this place, I should not have come.” He said to…
A sequel to Inside the Citadel
“No…” she said, spitting the tip back into his face.
He lay on the ground in a tight curl, blood pouring from his ruined c…
A sequel to The Meaning
My father was a waffle iron. An ordinary, slightly scuffed, no-frills waffle iron—I’ve seen pictures. How he managed to se…
A sequel to All about my father.
I was walking home to my apartment on 17th Street, thinking of how odd Vicky has been behaving lately, when a splash of color…
A sequel to Yeah, it's Vicky
She didn’t even look down. Her eyes sort of shivered side to side and then settled in the outer corners; one looking left, th…
A prequel to What have you done with Vicky?
She eagerly grabbed the Chai, then in a mechanical voice, alternating from a “male” to “female” voice she stated:
”...operato…
A prequel to Being Nice To Vicky Produces An Unexpected Result
I mean, it’s just so frustrating, isn’t it? The whole cats and dead homeless people game? And then add in this weird compulsi…
A sequel to The Ficlet Ficlet Sequel
“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
I turned, slowly, trying to determine where the voice had come from. There weren’t really t…
A prequel to Further Fickle Ficleteering