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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Hoover and Kilt

HOOVER and KILT Famed travelers and geographical explorers Hunter Hoover and Kimball Kilt currently lead an expedition in northwest Africa. They studied together at Burg University within the confines of Cambridge. At this moment in time, they sat side by side in rich, dark lighting, with just... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Yes, We're Closed

YES, WE'RE CLOSED Dick Sits was more mutt than man, if anything. He ran his gnarled knuckles through the foliage of his bushy hair and beard, stamping out his fifth cigarette that hour. Some called Dick ‘wolf man’, and others just hid from him when he walked by. But every sailor and accountant and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Army Chick

ARMY CHICK “I never told my mother how popular I was,” Ness thought to himself, with a mixture of pride and melancholy. His brother and sidekick, Nil, peered from behind the grandfather armchair and flicked a thumbs-up coupled with a wink. “Hey, Ness! You’re as popular as they come!” Ness let out a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Summer '54

SUMMER ‘54 Amazing! I thought. I’m on the top of a grassy hill illuminated by moonlight, and showering stars of blue crash from the sky! I was truly in the best place for my first date with Sadie-Beth Sage. Her eyes twinkled in delight as she stood up in my red convertible, pointing in awe at the... Sign in to see full entry.

Once In A Blue Moon

ONCE IN A BLUE MOON Wow, thought Slow Mo, I’m addicted to sadness. He waded through the pond outside his father’s mansion in Creek Valley. He had been attempting to leap from pond leaf to pond leaf all morning, and he wished he were a frog. A frog would never be yelled at or terrified by his father,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Old Man Breaks News

Old Man Breaks News “Time to go home, grandson!” the leather-faced, beaten, pounded, preserved visage of the old man yapped. “I’m not coming home,” the tanned grandson of attractive features returned. “I am going to Kayla’s house!” “Now, damn it, boy! Haven’t I told you,” the old man warned in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Air Painter

AIR PAINTER Serrick was a lad from a tribe in the north who learned one day to paint in the air. It was not his choice to be talented, but life for him worked out that way. Serrick could move a stick through the sky, like a staff in a pond, and ripple heaven’s ceiling with gusto a la mode. Through... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Love Was The School

L ove Was The School I sat by the edge of Johnny "Guitar" Watson's electric pool and lazilly dipped a finger in my face's reflection, touching the illusion's forehead, wishing I could purge my mind of memory. "Aw'right now, y'all get home safe, 'fore I have to drive your asses myseff!" A voice... Sign in to see full entry.

Discovery Red

Discovery Red "A waste of my talent A waste of my time A waste of my lovin' A waste of my rhyme." These words babbled through my brain like a morbid mantra as I stormed through the city of cobblestones and red sand. With burning eyes and itching palms, I was mad; a child with his head between... Sign in to see full entry.

Tempting Resistance

Tempting Resistance We all seem to go to the desert to lose and find ourselves. In my mind's eye did I lie in the desert, and the Devil tried to tempt me to believe my life thus far had been for naught. "No matter how many horns, regardless of how many strings, don't even mention the timpani...Your... Sign in to see full entry.

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