Out on a walk, I came upon a bridge over a small stream. As I stepped forward to cross the bridge, I heard a voice call out, “What are you, stupid?” I turned to look to see who said it, but didn’t see anyone. As I turned back to the bridge I was confronted by…
Story time today, kids! It’s the beginning of a tale that I don’t know how to finish (or continue) just yet. Plenty of unanswered questions with this one. But hey, I’m putting it out there anyway. Welcome to the creative process! The Man With The Box – Part I He walked into a town that…
It’s story time kids!… Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil, running around and around on his wheel. It just never stops, does it? here I am sitting down to have a steamy bowl of jambalaya and the damn phone rings again. “Hello?” I say. “Alright yeah, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. No, she’s…
An Open Letter To The World From Satan. Dear World, I’ve been watching what’s going on. I get my Yahoo news just like the rest of you yahoos. And I’m getting pretty tired of it. Look, everyone seems to think that I’m the evil one in this game. But all this war and crap? Everyone’s…
Prairie Voles are cute little monogamous creatures found in central North America. Everyone in the little vole village is happily mated up and they go about their daily business of foraging for food and fending off predators (ie. coyotes, snakes, and anyone listed on MegansLaw.com). But there’s one vole… let’s call him Valentino… who just…
(It’s creative writing time today…) This is the story of Captain Unibrow. He may have but one magnificent, bushy brow, but at least he doesn’t waste money on women with strings at the mall. On a daily basis he wages war on needless beauty products for men and women around the world. With his sidekicks…
Something that popped out of my head yesterday. This was some kid’s Halloween this year. It might be a song later. I’m not sure yet… I’m prepared for a night of evil A night of debauchery A night of fun I’m prepared to brave the elements But mom says it’s cold out I have to…
Every so often when I sit down to write, things pop out of my head that I was expecting. This is one of those. It’s a short story. Though long for a blog, I guess. 🙂 It was another routine call for Steve. Just another clogged drain. The disposal had stopped working. He was the…
