Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part VIII
I knew that there was no good reason for me to go this way, all signs pointed the other direction, but I needed a moment of time out from all of the blood and gore and scariness. This hallway was lighted and welcoming in contrast. As I walked slowly down the hallway, chugging brandy as I went, I...
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Oops...lol, a break in the madness
I may just shoot the alarm today It has been too long that its had its own way Though I might have spent the whole night writing I promise it wasn't the time I was fighting Just the alarm clock, that little fuck That noisy bastard is starting to suck Always screaming right in my ear Telling me...
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part VII
I looked out into the freezing and snowy night for somewhere to go besides into the garage of mayhem, and there was an incredible sense of déjà vu, of being trapped inside of a strange and highly implausible situation because of the elements. It was every bad dream. All I needed was a huge enemy...
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part VI
I was saved from fabricating or appearing delusional by a sudden shriek from the direction of the kitchen. We both jumped, then without discussion we bolted toward the kitchen. The hallway had not changed, still had the plush forest green carpet that made it more difficult to run. When we got to the...
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Friday, March 4, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part V
“You are not here.” I told her as I pushed the knife she held up close to her own cheek. “If you were to tell me your name, I would know it, and I think that it’s not true. You can’t be a young girl that’s still alive in this world. “ “But it is.”she said, twisting her head straight so that she...
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part IV
It was a kitchen; a huge, impossible kitchen with gleaming stainless steel everywhere, and gadgets that would make our Chefs at the school drool. Jason, Larry, and the other three stooges sat around a high table on bar stools. They were all in fits of hysterical laughter, their attention focused on...
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part III
My mouth was dry, but I was absurdly embarrassed, unsure of how I had come to this point. Had I blacked out? Just what the fuck was going on? I decided to shrug it off and try to stick to my initial plan of partying the night away. Having been absorbed by the wonders of the computer when Jason...
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Saturday, February 26, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part II
The first room that I peeked into was a library. Having seen quite enough of books for a time, I ducked out of there fast, without stopping to admire the tall shelves lining the walls or the renaissance-era artistry gracing the walls. The library was large, and there was not another room for quite a...
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Short story:The House on Broad St., Part I
The House on Broad St.: When I first entered the house on Broad St., I knew that something was not quite right, but I had no idea as to the degree of violence which manifested itself within this abode. The house itself was well beyond a dream home. The dreams which swirled this mansion into...
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
Snooze button
Miles of white cotton, like a snowy waking dream But warm and comfortable in its downy goodness A harsh abrasive bark pierces the stillness An arm finds my waist, as if to deny the sound An orange ball of fluff softly pounces to my lap And I make the sound stop:)
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