The Stuff Things Are Made Of

The day wasspent eating, drinking, laughing and playing card games. Julianne all the while watched the snow pourdown, her child-like sense of awe waning as the hours passed with no sign ofthe storm breaking. “What are we gonna do?” She asked Blake in the privacy of their tentas dusk gave way to... Sign in to see full entry.

It was Blake’s snoring thatawoken Julianne from a pleasant slumber but it was the cold creeping in fromoutside that kept her awake. The windbit fiercely at Julianne through the tent walls, her sleeping bag and thermalunderwear. Chills went through her bodyas the shakes prevented her from having... Sign in to see full entry.

“Thank you,”he said grabbing the mike, “once again, that was You Wouldn’t Believe. Now, I’mgonna change up the pace a little and play you a slower song called Underneath the Night. I wrote this a long time ago for someone veryspecial.” An expecting hush fell over theroom as everyone waited for the... Sign in to see full entry.

You Wouldn’t Believe, the first and onlyhit by The Scavengers in the summerof 1971. Ol’ Jim had formed the band in’67 with his long time friend, and vocalist, Tony Richmond. Tony, or simply “T” as he preferred, had asoprano voice with power and movement in the most subtle of ways. At first when you... Sign in to see full entry.

Ol’ J im sat on his stool backstage and let the melodies of the openingband wrap around his body like a warm blanket as he swayed gently from side toside. Long Gone Apparition they were called: Four yuppie punks straight out of college,but Ol’ Jim liked the way the cats grooved.They are a more known... Sign in to see full entry.

The funeral processions had been exhausting and Thomas couldn’t fightback the gloom and tiredness any longer.Walking up the stairs and loosening his tie, Thomas yawns and feels likehe might collapse before he makes it all the way up. Stopping on the top step, he stares into hisbrother’s room. For... Sign in to see full entry.

That night around the dinner table, after all of the tracesof the sympathetic mourners were gone, the somberness of the day stays withThomas and his parents. As Thomas prodsat some left over macaroni with his fork his parents sit and stare into theethereal nothingness that resides between them all.... Sign in to see full entry.

I ponder the waves and what they mean to the sea I wander the world and wonder what it is to me I’ve seen sun ups, sun downs and death Known many travelers, both of this world and the next Where we’re going always seems to be where we’ve been But how could we understand? We’re just men And the... Sign in to see full entry.

A folded American flag is a piss-poor excuse for a brother.Feeling the red and white nylon and tracing its stars, Thomas Garret tosses therepresentation on his brother’s bed. Staring at the patriotic colorsThomas wants to scream, wants to ask his brother if it was worth it. Wasit, Ben? Was it... Sign in to see full entry.

“What are you?” “Not what am I, Mr. Rivers, but why am I.” Anson couldn’t understand. “Why are you?” It made no sense. “You really don’t remember?” The question sounded playful and Anson imagined another chuckle. “You created me – well, the way I lookanyway.” Anson stared at the intruder with wide... Sign in to see full entry.