Judging by everyone’s enthusiastic response my presentation seemed to be well-received. Then i realised my fly was unzipped.
Shhh.
Heart pounding, all the colour drained from my face, as I turned to see a child. I steped close enough to see it open its eyes and “shhh, it likes to sleep.”
After thousands of years of fighting and war, human race realized peace and lived in harmony for ever after; that is, until the sun exploded and destroyed the Earth.
Isn’t that a nice story.
Cat Food
The cat looked up with suspicion. Then it continued to feast on my legs, as i laid on the kitchen floor, paralysed from the neck down.
Object of desire
I hold the object of desire in my hand relishing the texture, the solidness and the wonders it contains. I curl into the comfortable couch, a warm cup of herbal mint tea in the other hand and open the first page.
Prank Gone Bad
I was still shaking when I reached home after disposing the dead body of a masked man who tried to assault me on the way to my car. Just as I was about to tell my family about what happened, my dad asked me, smiling, “How did your husband’s prank go?”
Cursing
Last night I had an itch that would not let me go to sleep, and I knew what it was; however, as hard as I tried, I could not reach it. So, I stood up all night cursing the person that forgot to take my toe tag off before I was buried.
A shot through the heart
She looked at me with teary eyes. Then she shot me.
Opus
“It was a perfectly good grand piano.” She thought, as she was unraveled by the mounting crescendo.
Flake of Snow
Before I had you, I was a snowflake— cold, lonely, and lost. Now that I have you, I am in love with the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, we both are
snowflakes holding hands so that when we fall to the snow on the ground, we will fall warmly together in perfect harmony.
Missfortune
I opened a fortune cookie. It was a piceous cookie.
Birthday
“He’s not coming, is he?” I squeezing my mother’s hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down. My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.
Not Entirely Fiction
May the Lord strike me deaf if I’m not telling the truth.
It started the night of the Gleason wedding: Missy Gleason and Joe McGregor’s eldest boy, Thomas, had decided to tie their knot at the Town Hall instead of at Missy’s folks’ place, which infuriated Mother Gleason enough to kill her cactus, Ralph, by nudging it out the window (Ralph’s home had been that windowsill since before Mother Gleason could remember); and Missy’s sisters had had their wedding and reception and, later, a funeral, at the old Gleason homestead, so why couldn’t Missy? The instant Mother Gleason found out that Missy was going to be a girl she began looking forward to the day her youngest, and final child, would walk down the aisle… so, naturally, the Town Hall seemed not only an impersonal choice but also an aberrant drift from the long-held Gleason family tradition, of which Missy would have no part, stating, “Because it’s not at the house, that’s why,” further infuriating her mother, who, incidentally, insisted on naming her daughter Mildred Ester Gleason, but had changed her mind when her husband threatened to leave and never return, saying, “…if you demonize that child with that name, I’ll…” So, Missy it was.
Afraid is the Man
Afraid is the man who keeps to himself his life as if guarded… who keeps social togetherness at arm’s length… and who stares at his shoes wondering where and when it all went wrong, mumbling to himself about times that should have been. Terrified is he who journeys back in time to change what was (if only in his mind) into what should have been, thus living a life aberrant to the original plan.
Only the Good Die Young
The staccato reports of automatic gunfire filled the room, painting the walls with blood and bone until nothing so much as twitched. Satisfied, the child switched off the game system.
God
God spread yards of red yarn across the living room floor, weaving it through sofa and chair legs, purring all the while. From the safety of the piano He looked out over his work and saw that it was good
Out of my mind
It touches me, and I shy away from it.
It comes closer, but I see no one.
Inexplicable
I caught his eye just before he jumped in front of the bus; he smiled knowingly and threw me his breifcase. Inside were divorce papers and a woman’s severed hand wearing a beautiful wedding ring.
This is Charlie
Charlie loves Jesus and Suzy. But Charlie doesn’t know Suzy worships Satan.
Over the Edge
Paul grabbed his daughter’s hand just as she was about to fall over the railing. Her deep green sorrowful eyes met his for a moment and then she shook off his grip to let herself go over the edge.