Brian Whebe, 1904 – 1972. It’s the “-” that represents his life.
Black Tears
I looked into her eyes in the moonlight and said, “don’t cry, not for me.”
She placed my hand on her wet cheek and replied, “it’s not tears, my love, it’s blood.”
Winning
They say life’s not a race. I’m still winning.
Radio
The radio plays some cool hip tunes.
Then, it plays outside.
Ring Ring
The phone is ringing.
I don’t have a phone.
Future girl
Somewhere out there is a girl who will one day ask me to fuck her.
I wonder what she is doing right now?
Longing
With eyes closed, languidly resting against the chaise, anticipating her companion’s next move; she hoped for something sweet, whispered flirtations, invitations for a rendezvous or four, and the indirect promise of a romance.
With eyes open, lids heavy, body leaning against hers, showering sweet kisses along her neck, and across her jawline, he hoped that his camouflaged words of sensual promise also conveyed to her the promise of more to come; a future.
Twin
I didn’t know I was a twin until I was sixteen.
It was the same day I was accused of murder.
Vampire
The new vampire twirled the crucifix in its fingers, took a bite of garlic and washed it down with a sip of holy water.
“None of it is true?” he asked, squinting in the mid-morning sun.
Monster
The first date of 2008 went really well.
We talked and laughed and the monster under the bed kept quiet because he is scared of girls.
Tea for Two
He brought her a cup of hot tea (perfectly sweetened with honey) and when she thanked him he said, “I used the dipper in the sky, the big sparkly one — I wanted you to have celestial tea.” She thought for a moment that she saw stars in the cup.
12:07
I look at the clock and realize it is 12:07 as I scream and yell, blood dripping down my arms as she sinks her nails deeper and deeper into them. I wake up thankful it is only a dream. My heart starts to pound again after I read the time on the clock, 12:06.
Dinner
After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”
Dinner
After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”
Punishment
I sweat and pant, and scream, but all that my father says to me is, “Honey you just 3 more years.” Little did I know that my punishment for not coming home on time would be to stay in closet for 3 years.
Stalker
Every time I see you I feel so happy.
Well, when I say “see” I really mean “watch”.
Competition OVER!
Hurro! So the competition is over. I’ll be announcing winners on Monday 2nd. I’ve got a LOT of stories to read though.
cheers,
Mat
*UPDATE*
Ok, I’ve chosen the winners! You’ll have to wait five hours or so. I’ve written most of the post about them all but now have to go out to see Milk. Will be posting it up when I return.
My deepest secret illustrated
Retriever
Golden retriever my ass.
Where is my pirate treasure, dog?
Palm reader
Shake my hand.
Now turn it over and read your future.