“Chestbursting Xenomorph” The finale to my rap trilogy
First, I just want to say that this has been an interesting experiment in many ways, including some that I didn’t expect to be an issue. It was a test just to write these words on a page, let alone record myself and throw it online where anyone and everyone can hear me do something … Read more
A new hobby and great exercise- Rap Verse II
After writing that first verse the other day, things started to come into focus for me. I had some pretty good ideas for fiction, in general, and I also was able to reconstruct some wording that made everything sound a little better. In short, that rap verse worked for me. Hopefully it was enjoyable for … Read more
Build Me Up… Baby
This wasn’t the first time Chuck stood in Sandy’s office, holding a can of Pam, threatening to grease the entire area unless she answered. “Why do you build me up,” asked Chuck. “How do you mean,” said Sandy. “Just to let me down,” said Chuck. Chuck hinted toward spraying the insides of Sandy’s black heels, which … Read more
John and Ricardo End
If you’re new to this series, you should check out Part I and Part II before reading this conclusion. *** “Are you ready,” asked Curtis. “I am,” I said. *** Myself and my partner, Ricardo, found the girl in the upstairs bedroom of the farmhouse. She laid face down, unconscious on the floor. The house had been … Read more
John and Ricardo go to Kroger
I’m John and at the end of this story, I’ll be dead. It doesn’t take long, so don’t worry, you can witness the last few moments of my life with relative ease. Oh, and I hurt people for paychecks. At least I used to. My partner Ricardo and I walked into Kroger last Tuesday evening. Ricardo likes … Read more
So, today at work…
One of the regulars* at the bank for which I work part-time walked in the other day. He came toward my window because I was the only un-busy person at the time. I looked up and said, “Hi, how’s it goin’.” “Not bad, you,” he said, thumbing a greasy finger through the cash he meant … Read more
Soliloquy of the, um, something or other Cloister
You think too much. Who are you talking to? You, of course. If you’re talking to me that means I’m talking to you. Well, who else is going to listen? I don’t exactly have a choice in the matter. Ok. So did I mess up? I think I messed up. But that means I messed … Read more
Men and boys
“License and registration, please,” said the officer. “I don’t have either,” said the driver. “Step out of the car sir.” “No. Why did you pull me over?” “Your trunk is leaking blood.” “Then why did you come up to the car and ask for semantics when you should have had your shotgun ready to blow … Read more
The One Girl That You Like and All
In a full bar, there was this girl… “Hey man, who’s that chick,” said Evan, crouching low enough toward James’ bar stool so he could hear. “Which one,” asked James. “That one, over there,” Evan pointed to the corner of the bar where the dudes were dancing much harder and sweatier. “Well I see what … Read more
