Stephen Ross Meier

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

untitled...

"So wait a minute, let me get this straight. This guy has been back there for twenty-years?" "Yes." "And he hasn't hurt anyone?" "No." "Then why is he back there?" "He doesn't have a heart beat?" "What?" There was no answer. That said it all. "What did you say again?" "I said he doesn't have a heart... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 16, 2009

vegas cab ride...

I don't even know what happened. I remember jumping in a cab and telling him to take me home and he kept saying, "No, no, you don't want to go home. I know where you want to go home." "Yeah, home," I kept saying over and over, trying my best not to pass out in the backseat. "No, you don't want to go... Sign in to see full entry.

in from the cold...

I opened the door to come in from the blizzard. I was cold and in need of warmth. As soon as I walked in I found myself in the middle of a bar, an old fashioned one with a big wooden bar stretching the length of the room, wood floors and a few tables spread throughout. There was an old Wurlitzer... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

the first time...you are all i need

She said she was nervous, but she called anyway. I was nervous as well. Actually giddy with excitement, and sat there with my heart beating a little bit faster, my palms getting a little wetter. I checked the phone just to make sure it was working, though i knew it was. Time crept by, anticipation... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

...you're all i need

we sat there staring at one another, never saying a word, but exhanging a lifetime of conversation through our eyes, as our hands were interlaced with one another, slowly rubbing against one another as if they were acting out what our bodies wanted to do... i felt like this was all i ever wanted,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

As i lay dying...

i wasn't mad at her, not at all. she had given me an amazing two days and had done for me what i failed to be able to do. plus, as i lay dying, i laid there with a smile on my face and my heart filled with joy instead of hate. and why shouldn't someone else have life, if I didn't want mine. so i... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

more of Four days in November...

The drive down to the station was surreal. The tension was so heavy that it weighed on everyone in the car, and made the outside world appear almost mystical. To get to the station one had to drive by Dotty's diner, when they were doing so everyone was quiet and stared over at the quaint little cafe... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Four Days in November

It was late at the Meier's house, well past midnight, and well past anytime for visitors. However on this night, that would all change. The dog was the first to respond, barking loudly and uncontrollably as the man of the house wrestled with the sheets and the sleep in his eyes, wondering what the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

she was striking...

her look. very cool, very chic. classic aviators with knee high boots, a leather jacket and black dress. very expensive purse. she never took her sunglasses off. ever. she just sipped her coffee, played with her phone, and sat there looking very cool. every know and then she would look up, look... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

her voice...i had to see this face that matched this voice...

People rise up out of the ashes because at some point they are invested with the belief in the possibility of triumph over seemingly impossible odds... So I ask you...what song would you pick to kill yourself too? The Scientist by Coldplay, that was mine. the blade of the knife was cold, but warm,... Sign in to see full entry.

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