Phil could still remember the day he saw the first crack begin running up the living room wall of what he had once considered his dream home. It was about nine months later that he ran to the unused nursery in response to the screams of his wife, to find that two possums had moved into the box that still contained the never-assembled crib.
There’s a peanut sitting there on the chair growing hair, because it wants to be a rock star someday.
If it puts on a pair of round spectacles, we’ll have to call him John Legume.
Life’s a headache; a deep throbbing pain that’s not going to stop until you drop into your grave in the cold, cold ground.
Yet, even after all the years of tears, watching great men give in to their fears, we will still come back to do it all over again, gladly, if only time permits.
I looked for you in all the usual places; job agencies, friends of friends, publishing houses. Little did I know you lurked right there in front of me in my keyboard letters.
I had hung over the edge of the cliff. Now, I hang onto the memory of my rescuer twisting, flailing, falling in my place.
I wouldn’t want to be in Tiger Woods’ shoes today.
He got caught playing eighteen holes with a single ball.
Multiple Sclerosis is not a fun disease, but luckily it is a slow one.
No known cause and no known cure…
..but research is the technical term for hope.
Let me be forever thrilled by this thing; a trivial signal broadcast on a string, for entertainment’s the only thing that really ever matters to me.
If you call me shallow, I shall ask, “Upon which bank of the river are you standing, or are you really under the current, looking up?”
Closing his eyes, he stepped into the cool breeze, allowing Autumn to wrap him in her loving embrace.
He heard an exasperated voice behind him shout, “Dad, Grandpa’s taken his clothes off again!”
The uncountable dead lay strewn about the Killing Fields, bearing oblivious witness to the dawn.
A lone figure surveyed his artwork in anguish, “What have I done?”
“What happened to all your leads in the Belltower-Bandit case?” asked a snarky young reporter.
The surly cop replied, “When I get a hunch back, I’ll let you know.”
Coming from the country side people ask whether I miss the flowers or the forests the most.
In truth what I miss most is the smell of mown grass.
After flying across space for a thousand years in suspended animation, an astronaut awoke to feel his arm being torn apart by jagged teeth. A hissing voice echoed in his head, “I can’t believe he’s not butter!”
I kissed her softly on the bruise I’d left on her cheek.
Then we hugged there, still wearing our kimonos, and made up.
The crusade towards the genocide of The Gray has begun, and a most dangerous undertaking it will be. Tis not a holy war for the women, elderly, or teen-agers of the village, nay, this one is just for men.