I looked at the headstone where my dog now lay.
And said “The pawprint you left on my heart, will never fade away.”
Dark Friend
Emily’s mother had always chastised her for being afraid of her own shadow. This time Emily stood stiffened by fear with her hands in her pockets, trembling “but Mommy it keeps waving at me.”
FLUFFY
Fluffy
by Mariev Finnegan. Erie Matriarch
“I’m not putting up with it,” I raged, “Fluffy! They have no right to call me Fluffy!”
“They do have the right. Humanity engaged in class-states, wars; we destroyed our own planet. They can call us whatever they want,” Snookums said.
Gone Fishing
That old unreliable outboard motor suddenly surged forward throwing me overboard while I was still tying off the cord on the disgusting smelly chum bag.
I could feel the nylon cord tightening around my ankles as I was being dragged through the murky deep, fish guts steadily leaking from the hessian bag when I came to the harrowing realisation that I was now human bait.
Gone Fishing
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“Lucky”
The man rubbed the patch on his arm for good luck. The patch read “Apollo 13.”
Point of View
The monster crouched in the boy’s closet, awaiting the darkness of the deep hours that would soften his appearance, shadow his most grotesque features. He had been lonely for so long; perhaps tonight he would finally make a friend.
Losing Myself
The sound of a soft scream awakes me.
It’s just my nightmares coming to play again.
Funny Man
The crowd went wild, hooting and whistling, as the comedian, flashing his trademark sideways grin, took a bow and left the stage. He returned, alone, to his dressing room and the revolver that softly whispered to him night after night.
Mother Never Known
Unfortunately, I have never known my mother. She had already died long before my birth.
Perspective
Are Pimples a Tragedy or a Comedy? I suppose it depends if the story is told in first person or third.
She
She shone, brilliant as the sun. I, Ill-content to simply bask in her warmth, donned my wax wings for a closer look.
everyday
I sit down, I listen, I talk I learn. that’s my life in a nutshell
Honesty
She complained to me that her pants made her look fat; I told her it’s not the pants’ fault. The police never did find all of me.
Every Little Bit Helps
The woman, clad in dirt and rags, sits by the side of the highway, a cardboard sign in her hand reading ‘Homeless and Hungry, Take Pity’. She uses lulls in the traffic to sneak peaks at her iPhone.
The Sound of Courage
A dog barking at thunder: no greater courage.
She told me she was a philosopher. I said it must be hard for her, fitting the universe inside her head.
Underwear Man
I bought a horse after she left me for the cowboy who tucked his shirt into his underwear. I hide my humiliation under holster and spurs.
home
Home, its not a structure with four walls and a roof. its where you heart is.
Fitting In
They say there’s strength in numbers, when you’re in the crowd. That’s what makes it so hard to leave.