The demon was sticking its tongue at me, taunting and prodding, so I grabbed hold of his neck and strangled until his eyes bulged from his sockets and his tongue lolled, still and silent. Then it was just a baby and I wondered what happened to my meds.
I get up, lean out of my bedroom window with elbows firm on the sill and fire the gun. I hear the magical, instantaneous ping and rattle of the pellet hitting the can as it falls of the fence; I return to bed and drink my tea satisfied.
In the time it took to inhale I landed, hit the ground and screamed – first in pain and second in the knowledge that the season was over.
The season was over before it had begun, thanks to the unlikely turn of an ankle.
He held her to him and sobbed. When she woke up she wouldn’t remember a thing, and it was all his fault.
Hank was shocked. He realized that Sasha’s surprise was bigger than his.
During her ride in the elevator, Linda had a hard time ignoring the large black garbage bag that was on the floor in the corner of the lift. The shiny bag sat upright and it was pointing at her and laughing.
“What’s that seductive cologne you have on?”
“I can relate to your experience with Bipolar Disorder,” He said. “I suffer from lycanthropy.”
An hour passed until she came back from the bathroom.
“Twiggy,” I said, “want a cookie?”
Slap; white gloves touching ivory bottoms, and now it’s just breath in and out, in and out. Then it pops out.
“You’re a racist pig,” someone shouted from the crowd.
Oink Johnson wiped the sweat off of his snout and replied, “Hey, I just won the Boston Marathon, didn’t I?”
I don’t understand why people spend their lives hiding from the prospect of death. Somewhere along the way I guess they forgot life was out there too.
“I have worth,” he screamed. Came back: naught but a cold wind, and the echo of his loneliness.
The Baroness sighed, washing her hands in the opalescent ivory wash basin. “Now look what you’ve done, gone and made me get my hands all dirty, there’s a naughty pet,” she said, as red streaked on the white.
I keep two birds locked in a golden cage, atop the kitchen counter in a dusty, musty house. The paint is peeling, the floorboards are gone, blood streaks the walls, and the two birds stare at me from the confines of their golden cage.
So I tells him, “My thighs, they been involved in numerous accidents, so ya better have insurance, hon’.” And the devil goes and grabs my ankles and makes me spread my legs.
Trash cans will be spitting out your godawful meat loaf before I stop seeing Lucy.
“Last Words of a Murder Victim”
I held the world in my hand, my tiny little freaking HAND, as they explained my role. As much as I pleaded, they would not take away the shining globe for one reason: keeping the world safe was my job now.
We all wore formal to the reunion. He wore a T-shirt that read, THIS MEETING OF THE WORLD ASSOCIATION OF UGLY PEOPLE WILL COME TO ORDER.
We graduated virgins, and made sure that title didn’t stick for long. How was I to know it would drive him to insanity?