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Michael Wayne LeBlanc

Joined January 2013 and calls What's in a Playlist? home.

69 stories, 0 challenges, 97 comments, and 4 friends

I’m just a guy who’s been floating on the jetsam, trying to find purchase in a sea of floating words.

I’m coming in from the loss of 100000monkeys.com and I’m hoping there’s someone here who wants to write.

Stories

  1. (Day 64) Real Time - Death

    I don’t know how to deal with death. Or, at least I deal with death differently than others. When my grandmother passed away (the only I knew), I remember sitting next to my mom in an alcove off to the side of the funeral home and telling myself ...

  2. (Day 63) Three Men on a Street (Mature)

  3. (Day 62) While You Were Out

    The cycle of life is thus: you live, you die. Sure, a plenthera of things take up the spaces between these two stages, but ultimately – for such a small race whose lifespan is but a flash on their own timeline – your existence is one of two...

  4. (Day 61) Compromised

    “Quickly,” she hissed. I could barely see her, crouched as she was. But at her insistent waving of her hands after I finally made eye contact with her, I crouched as well to fit behind the dumpster where she hid. “What are you doing h...

  5. (Day 60) We've All got Our Problems

    They sat at the table for an hour without saying a word to each other. In the stony, deafening quiet he read his paper as she fiddled with her hair. Outside, a steady flashing light lit up the window they sat in front of as the tree outside swayed in a...

  6. (Day 59) The Worst Laid Plans...

    Get the suitcase… check. Check the contents… check. Kill the other men in the room… pending. Frank crouched behind the crate and felt both holsters at his hips with calm, sweaty hands. The pistols he normally had stashed there were lo...

  7. (Day 58) Ants: A Retrospective

    “You know where ants come from?” My son sat the ground between my feet and his small, pudgy hands were streaming sand and dirt down to the ground like a human hourglass. His small face was upturned and his eyes twinkling; instantly I was tr...

  8. (Day 57) Humanity for Humans Lost

    Forget this act of kindness, please. Just look the other way and pretend I wasn’t there to pick you up. Don’t turn and give me some bewildered look due to my uncoerced attention. I’d rather we just part ways and keep in my mind the fe...

  9. (Day 56) A Story

    “Fifty-six times,” he muttered as he sat at his dinng room table, iPod in hand. “Fifty-six times I’ve sat here and tried to think of the opening line.” He stared at the floor as his mind whirled. Words tumbled and spun in ...

  10. (Day 55) It Sure Ain't Signal Goop

    Jess strong-armed Frank back into the tent and took two steps past him to stoop in front of the desk. Instantly she pinched her nose and took a look back at the hacker. “You do bathe, right?” “And when, exactly, am I supposed to do th...

  11. (Day 54) Ode to the Last Slice of Bacon Alfredo Pizza

    It only took eighteen steps for me to put my memories behind me and bring your face into view. This is the biggest mistake of my life, but I’ll never regret my decision. You are my favorite sin; you’re my sickening enjoyment. You will be my...

  12. (Day 53) Morning at the Uncle's

    “I can’t find a single thing in this drawer,” Matt complained as he shoved the contents aside with increasingly impatient swipes. “What is this one even for?” “It’s a junk drawer,” hollered his uncle from...

  13. (Day 52) One Fine Looking Deck You Got There

    The deck laid on the pedestal, the bright bulb above of warming both it and the air above the fifty-two cards. There isn’t much security in the room; outside the room, however, there’s about fifty armed men. He’s made it this far, tho...

  14. (Day 51) Roleplaying Day (Mature)

  15. (Day 50) Eric's Game

    “Remember that time you said you wanted to play chess?” Eric approached me from across the park with an oblong box tucked firmly under his arm. His grin was wide; it took up most of his pock-marked face. He sat down across me at the picnic ...

  16. (Day 49) Plummeting for Grief

    Echos of my brother’s words resonate between my ears, cascade down my spine, and rev up my heart to a jackhammer-like staccato beat. He only said it once, but to me – coming from the biggest influence of my childhood and young adult life &#...

  17. (Day 48) The Art of Shadowing a Lion

    The car smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies. The stakeout had gone on too long, but neither one of the men were willing to lay aside and go home. The driver, Stance, was pulling a drag off of his next to last cigarette. He tapped the wheel in frustrat...

  18. (Day 47) Mental Liquidation

    “Thank you,” I say as I stand smoothly out of my chair. The weight of ceiling starts to make the structure we’re in groan as I bring my attention upwards. I started to walk out of the stale, cramped room when I hear him whimper. Like ...

  19. (Day 46) Mental Answers (Mature)

  20. (Day 45) Mental Release (Mature)

  21. (Day 44) Mental Process (Mature)

  22. (Day 43) Mental Anguish

    Every atom in this room vibrates with a frequency I can hear. You know how when you enter a room with something on (say a TV, a unstable florescent light, whatever) and there’s a discernible whine in the air? I hear that wherever I go. Now, I sit...

  23. (Day 42) The Questions

    What is life? I sit at my desk now, staring at a picture of me and my friends. We were college buddies and before that neighborhood friends. Now… we’re pen jockeys and paper pushers. I close my eyes as I swivel my chair to face me in the di...

  24. (Day 41) Cheer

    “Show me your wares, peddler.” The weary-eyed man stopped on the street, his hands still in his pockets. He had been looking down the entire time he had been crossing, so I was sure he hadn’t seen me approach him. We stood on the cros...

  25. (Day 40) The Worst Timing

    “It’s not like you could die from it,” he teased. “Weirder things have happen, Greg.” She crossed her arms, leaned back in the metal chair and sighed. “And really,” she asked, gesturing with her chin at the sur...

  26. (Day 39) Misguided Prayer

    When will the pain end? It’s a question he hears much too often with no way to qualify the answer. The problem with hearing prayers is not the futility of trying answer all of them; the issue lies in the not knowing what the prayer pertains to. H...

  27. (Day 38) Stuck (Mature)

  28. (Day 37) Just the Right Angle

    There might be a way to fix this. Too many people say we’ve gone too far and ignored too many limits to turn around and set us all on the right path. But as I sit here in the dark, huddled next to the fire and rubbing my gloved hands together for...

  29. (Day 36) Operating

    My name’s Rare. Mom tells me it’s short for something – a memory that she still has. There’s not much more of those, actually. I guess the origin of my name isn’t one that stuck. No, instead, she has more memories of cats&...

  30. (Day 35) Tell Me About Your Mother

    I lay on the couch with the horribly uncomfortable pillow beneath my head. “I don’t why my brain does what is does, but the nightmares are starting to get to me. If I bite my tongue earlier in the day, I dream of my mouth getting destroyed ...

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