“She’ll be here soon, just…look through your phone, it’ll kill time,” Maurice looked to the arena across the busy street, glad to be seeing Boom Sheik, but even happier about seeing Freddy. Happy and very nervous. Yes, this was the day. Even though she invited a third wheel, he was determined to let Freddy knowContinue reading “The Show 2”
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The Show 3
Freddy was anxious about tonight. This was the night of all nights, and hopefully the best night. The cab she rode in struggled to get through the city’s traffic, as neon colors fought for dominance over the streets. The arena was coming up on the left, just a couple of blocks away. A crowd hadContinue reading “The Show 3”
Margret’s Lament 2
For context: Margret is the wife of Ethan the Traitor, a man who through luck and chance wound up on the side of an invasion fleet of aliens from another galaxy. Because of his treachery, he was allowed to take some land for his own, or rather for Margret. As the Invaders give the landContinue reading “Margret’s Lament 2”
Cheryl loved the …
…idea of living in a house shoved into a block of sky-scrapers. A modest two-story affair, homey, gabled, with a short front lawn and a low wooden fence in front. In the midst of a bustling city street. She would watch from her bedroom window at the throngs that went about their day chasing thatContinue reading “Cheryl loved the …”
“How much do…
…you want for that bucket of bolts out back?” Chester looked up from under the hood he was working on, scratched his beard, and asked “Why?” “I was looking for something to use as target practice” said Jimmy. Chester thought, then said “I’ll take a hunnert”. “Done”.
The engine needed…
…some work, the tranny was fine, the body needed to be buffed and the dents pulled out. Add to that a brand new set of tires and a paint job, and Jimmy had himself a car that turned heads, ran like butter, and filled him with pride.
It was tucked…
…away in the back, like a forgotten toy. Its deflated tires gave the car a tired, forlorn look. The patchwork of rust and dents on the body projected the feeling that its best days were over. Jimmy knew better, but pretended not to to get it cheap.
“We’re lost” said…
…Allison. The others agreed. “So how do we get out of this jungle” said Morrison. “Quickly and quietly” said Art. “We don’t want whatever that was to find us”. The others agreed. They picked a direction and started walking, little knowing that the monster was behind them.
The brochure from…
…the lodge boasted a stunning view of the lake, a five-star cabin, indoor plumbing, and access to canoes around the clock. It didn’t mention the spider-infested outhouses, or the fees for the canoes. It was still the best place for me to propose to her.
In a semi-deep grotto…
…a shape moved. It only moved because the rising sun sent light into the grotto, creating reflections of light over the wavelets of slightly green, clear water. Light danced about in ever-shifting lines about the grotto, hitting rocks walls and the shape itself. The shape didn’t understand what was happening, and looked about it withContinue reading “In a semi-deep grotto…”
Arid Testimony 