KevSaund
Joined June 2009 and calls My Socks Are On Fire home.
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I’m a struggling grad student slash playwright, who spends the occasional Friday afternoon doing streetside performance art. I write because I have to, not because I want to.
I say “Howdy” instead of “Hello” and “Toodles” instead of “Goodbye.”
I really like hats. I own several. I even ended up in somebody’s will as the recipient of all of their hats when they die.
I’m learning to juggle and play the ukulele, but not at he same time.
I wear two rings on my right hand, one is my Eagle Scout Ring, the other is a puzzle ring with a story I’m not likely to tell you. I own neither a high school or college ring despite having earned both.
I like Dr Pepper. Notice the lack of period after the Dr; it is intentional.
I once wrote and drew a webcomic, but I stopped it many moons ago.
I prefer to hand-write everything instead of using a word processor. I use a black Bic round stic pen.
I own an 18 foot long scarf.
Follow me on twitter with the same handle I use for this site. Or don’t. I really don’t care.
Stories
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Catch The Moon
Here I sit in my small room I don’t need much space, just enough to keep me company. Four walls and a ceiling. And a floor. Why did they put the floor so close to the ground? My little window lets me see people as they go by, which isn’t ve...
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Finishing
The soles of my shoes slap rhythmically against the asphalt. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Sweat drips into my eyes. I struggle for breath. Somewhere not far ahead is an invisible line. I don’t know where it is or exactly how far away it might ...
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Another One of Those
The swing doors parted and a man stood in silhouette. He waited. The music continued playing and not a single person payed him any mind. Except the bartender. Ol’ Pete knew exactly what was about to happen. This was another one of those guys. Pet...
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Eli's Coming
There’s a storm brewing just over the horizon. There’s the sound of thunder about to break. There’s electricity in the air. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it. She’s about to finish dinner. She’ll clean up a...
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Tango's Pizza
“So that’s one extra large cheese pizza, hold the cheese, with extra bicycles? Would you like to try any of our extras? We’re having a sale on the tub of lard and broken glass, a half pound is just $3.95 extra… Alright, thatR...
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It Used To Be An Acronym
The sun keeps pouring through the window no matter how hard I will it to go away. The rain must have stopped sometime in the night. Do I smell waffles? Waffles mean Wednesday. I roll out of bed. I make my way down the stairs enjoying the aroma as it gr...
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Must it have a title?
What is going on here? You are reading something that may be a story. Something that must have been written. Mustn’t it? Who are we in this dance? Reader, Writer, Partners? Does the writer not read? Does the reader not create? Where does the sto...
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That Kind of Day
It’s the kind of day where you run out of toilet paper. The kind of day where you hear the phone ring while in the shower and pick it up half a second too late. The kind of day where you jump in your time machine to go back a few seconds and catc...
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Waking Up
Cold. Dark. Naked. What’s that smell? Death. These freezers aren’t really much fun from the inside. Trouble is, I can’t open the door myself. It’s like those old fashioned refrigerators; kids would hide in them and then suffocat...
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Meta-Phorical
“So I just write a story?” He turned away from the screen and looked at me. “That sounds pretty simple.” “It is. Write about anything you want.” I was hoping this might be a good way for him to express himself in a n...
