“Don’t shoot him,” I ordered the soldier who was about to squeeze the trigger on the hapless 10-year old son of the slain terrorist leader lying supine on the ground. Next moment, I felt the cold blade of the army knife the boy had snatched from its holster in my belt and driven in one fell swoop into my stomach and the triumphant glint in his little eyes with the hand holding the blood-dripping knife hanging loosely by his side.
I go down stairs to get some water as I sit down on the couch and look into the blank tv screen I see a reflection of a little girl (I’m home alone).
As I approached the dark mountain the air became heavier, colder and more oppressive. The growing shadow spread its bitter fingers around my heart and then I realised that it was the shadow of my soul.
I heard something taping on the ball behind me. When I turn my head I saw a huge spider with his mouth open ready to eat me.
I stared into the mirror.
His face stared right back!
An arm hugged me tight.
My sister was sleeping on the opposite end of the room.
We slept together twice, in case you’ve forgotten.
Maybe you should stop asking my advice on your next doomed relationship.
“David Harold Ashley, I’ve told you dozens of times thinking vulgar thoughts about girls is a sin and now I catch you masturbating in spite of knowing you’re headed straight for hell!!” After Mom ranted out and slammed the door of her thirteen-year-old’s room, he retied his bathrobe, turned on the computer and googled “atheism”.
I’ve been struggling with the idea of utterly destroying your career.
I’m wondering if I’ll be able to live with myself (I think so).
Not long after having freed my new flat screen from its styrofoam and plastic packaging, its brilliant glow fills my room. The only thing is…I haven’t had the chance to plug it in yet…
When I read your book, it brought me to tears.
Not in a good way, you understand.
Halloween is my favorite day of the year. It’s the only day that I can walk down the street covered in blood and carrying a sack of severed body parts without being judged.
I cut down the tree in my front yard last week because the branches kept scratching and banging on my bedroom window every night. I’m starting to think the tree was the least of my problems, since the scratching and banging hasn’t stopped.
I went to a psychologist for the voices in my head and he prescribed me some pills. The pills didn’t stop the voices, but at least now I can see what they belong to.
Since I get free meat from work, I throw a barbeque party at least once a month. I guess that’s one of the benefits of working at an abortion clinic.
My father wasn’t too bad, but I still prefer my mother. Of course, now that I think of it, I may have just overcooked him.
I found a dead body buried in my garden. I wonder what happened to the other one.
Through various games I’ve managed to get all my girlfriends to bite me.
I’m plotting right now how to get your teeth in my arm.
Man, when you took me down from that shelf I thought you understood the responsibility you were assuming.
You’re going out and leaving me alone again?
All the dead pets of the world frolic in the afterlife with all the dead children.
It makes me happy to know my brother and Blackie aren’t alone.