1372 1 1
|
We may sniff a gush of something
in the rush of heat round a petrol bomb.
Or reap a gift from the
cracked head of a hero.
|
137222
|
Quickly enough, it became clear, however, that this was really all about offers you could not refuse, allegations you could not contest, arrests you could not understand and acts you would not survive.
|
137286
|
One by one the hundred matte black drones hummed awake. The buzz was loud on the tiny airfield but died out soon among the waving amber heads of Kansas wheat that surrounded the unsigned base.
|
137200
|
The mother continued to stand, marooned in her isolation and Isis' hostility in between table and bed and under the overhead which cast a blue tinge, she held the newspaper- The Daily Mail- which embarrassed Isis- aloft and at an angle, one leg position
|
137241
|
The Beatles on TV
their last show
together
as a group
and we all
knew it
smoking dope
sitting around in large
groups
in living rooms
across the universe
they sang Let It Be
and The Long and Winding Road
knowing
a man
|
1372101
|
I saw a woman / at the bar tonight
|
137200
|
No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
|
137132
|
"Don't pull too hard," warned Father. "You might sever it from the body, spraying blood into your eyes."
|
137121
|
I look as sympathetic as I can, under the circumstance, which is entirely unsympathetic.
|
137133
|
I remember the days when my brother and I would walk down Tillman Square, careful to avoid the cracks zigzagging along the ground. Well I did. My brother made a point to step on every one.
|
137142
|
Gripping the sink, head bowed, I let the blood gather on the rim of my nose, pooling for a moment, before its fleeting journey towards the basin.
|
137111
|
His Danger Pistol was out of bullets, his Bag of Tricks was empty, and he wasted his last can of Antimatter back at the lab. All he had was his Charm and his wits. Charm wouldn't last forever, and he'd always come up a little short in the wits department.
|
137112
|
Before he became famous Faulkner was postmaster at the University of Mississippi Substation Post Office, a fact that endears him to mailmen around the world.
|
137111
|
She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
|
137110
|
The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
|
137132
|
Tell you what, if people only knew what the buggo does to your insides before it shellacs your outsides they'd think twice before dancing. And guys like us, we'd get parades. Guys like us, oof-oof! Im-mune to romance.
|
137120
|
It’s possible that you’re dying. Every headache a brain tumor, your friend once said. You laughed then. Now you begin to see what he meant.
|
137134
|
Richard gets me started, tells me to undress the two women mannequins in the storefront window
|
137110
|
4. If you wear size 13, you'll trip a lot.
|
137111
|
“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
|
137011
|
“Forever you will be mine” she said to me, and of course I did not believe her. She was a romantic and so was I, and such words habitually dripped out of her lovely mouth like honey from the comb, in a never-ending flow of flattery which I am ashamed to s
|
137000
|
During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
|
1370144
|
. . . once you start reading and thinking about what he's saying, it's like looking at the reflection of your soul in a mirror . . .
|
137032
|
Why not just self-publish on Fictionaut and be read by thousands of my peers? Why not release my cherished work directly to my thousands of Facebook or Twitter or blog friends? Can the budding writer that I am realistically expect a larger audience?
|
137000
|
...society has tampered with its denotation so much that it is almost incomprehensible without context.
|
137031
|
This year, 2011, you bring about my thirtieth year. I'm apprehensive about this, but mainly because my father made me watch "Logan's Run" as a kid...
|
137031
|
She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
|
137063
|
" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
|
137064
|
Further down a small group of men lolled near a doorway.
|
137022
|
paste into browser:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsSKsjOTCFU&feature=em-upload_owner
|
