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Memoraphilia
I curse the fact that my dealer is a traditionalist as I turn the corner into the dark alley, the heads up display in my glasses warning me I’m going off the beaten track. “That’s far enough,” a voice whispers through my earbuds...
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The Ascent
The sun shone through the shades hanging from the window, laying streaks of light on the Captains face. He woke, rubbing the light from his eyes. It wasn’t long before he was shaven and dressed. His wings glistened on the front of his jacket as the s...
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Is it music or noise?
You always loved how I was so passionate about music. You said it made me normal, because everyone should have something they love. Your passion; writing. You wrote the most fantastical tall tales. You always asked me, “What’s the differenc...
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Raindrops on Sunday Mornings
I woke up to the rain pounding on the roof and window panes . Pushing myself up, I wrapped the sheets tighter around me and shivered from the cool rain air. Goosebumps broke out over my naked skin, as I rose from my bed. I walked to the window and watc...
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It's not Heaven
“Neat trick” The voice came so unexpectedly that Captain Anderson straightened up to attention as if it had come from his old army general, but he quickly placed the voice and relaxed. It was just god. He flicked off his sun glasses and dus...
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The Mirror
When I look into the mirror, I’m not there. I’m almost never there. I look into the mirror and I see a person I never planned to be. I planned to look into the mirror and see friends hovering around, dying to talk to me. I would see flashin...
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Euthanasia
It was just something that you erase from the cache of your brain. Something that you didn’t think about because it was just so— Painful. I stood by the side when attending your wake. Because I was the little sister you’d rather do without. B...
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It's All White
White…it’s all white. That’s all I can think of, strangely. The sheets on the bed, the floors, the walls…all of it is white. The cover on the IV hooked up to my arm. The hospital gown I’m wearing. Or wait…no, I think that’s more green. Bu...
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A Day in the Life
Awakening is so strange nowadays. Bland, dull, lifeless colors give way to a bland, dull, lifeless day. Muscles stretching gives way to bones creaking. You think that you have so much to do, so much to live for. You don’t, though. This bed is abo...
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Silent Eye
People think I’m indifferent. That I’m faceless, and therefore unprejudiced. But this isn’t true. Just because you see only your pretty little face in me doesn’t mean I don’t see it too. And I judge you by every stain you&...
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More Than A Picture
The picture on her desk suited her personality perfectly. It was of a desert, but not a pretty cactus flower, no. This was the hard-packed, wind-blown sand formations that resembled waves of the sea. This was a hot, hard, gritty place. It conjured the ...
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Kiss Me, I'm Inebriated
“I love St. Patrick’s Day!” the cute, drunk brunette told Dave. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Behind them, the band played a treacly version of Danny Boy, with the crowd in the bar singing along to the few bits that p...
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First Mission on Earth #1
Being an expert on the human species, Gabe was an obvious choice for the mission, yet even after all his research, he had totally underestimated his task. His holo-disguise as the “average man” denied him access to his targets; both wealthy...
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On the Moon
I drove past the house that morning, looking for Abigail. She was gone. She told me she was going to wait for me, that I wasn’t going to be alone through all this. I guess I fell for that. Still, I stood on the porch for an hour or so, hoping that sh...
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One Short Day
I’m sleeping, quite soundly in my opinion, dreaming of a flower filled field with a blue sky… Wham!! Something hits me in the face and I jolt up from my peaceful slumber. And hit my head on an wooden eave. “What was that!!!” I ...
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A Sneeze and a Dead End
The sound of my stifled sneeze was a faint phut! in the surprisingly muffled room. I stood up on something that felt squishy. Fishing my lighter out and flicking it on, I squinted in the dim illumination. By estimation the room was about 20 by 20 feet,...
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Sky Blue Raincoats In Battle (Part Two)
She is heading off to work today at some meaningless cubicle somewhere, wearing that raincoat for the first time since then. It’s raining hard, and she closes her apartment door gently, almost as if it is the closest thing to a loving parent that...
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#70 Still Life
Jack lies on the floor of his bedroom, his olive skin covered only by a thin sheet across his waist. With his arms spread and more sheets cascading out beneath him, he looks like a beautiful angel, ready to fly home, or shot down by the heathen that co...
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Last Moments
The ride down to my sister’s room was excruciatingly long. I wished I could get up and run to her, but I was too weak. A few minutes later I was in the room with my sister. As soon as I saw her, my weak, pathetic heart skipped a beat. She had tub...
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Workaholic
“The last time I saw Paris,” he said, taking a drag from his cigarette, “it was on fire.” “Because you set it on fire,” I said. “Well.” He waved dismissively, smoke curling around his scarred right hand. “Someone had to.” My jaw cle...
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The Last Point
I bore my corner of the casket with dignity, despite the sweltering Nevada heat. The ground around the open grave was broken and uneven. Our plan involved lowering the casket gently into the grave with long straps, like a whale in a cradle. As we moved...
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Three Shots Of Perspective
I hear the unusually silent ambulance as it pulls up to the pub parking lot. The lights are off, and the thrill of the vehicle’s rush is absent. The men inside take deep breaths and head inside to get some drinks. They walk in slowly and sit acro...
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Finding Anna
She gave it to me for Christmas, so many years ago. When I look at it, sometimes I think that I can still see her, that maybe she is still there, inside that miniature world. Yeah, I think that’s her world. And even though I don’t see her, maybe sh...
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It's Raining... thank God!
’It’s Raining Again!’ Someone calls. They groan, I wonder why. Everyone is moaning about how bad their hair is going to look by the time they get back over to main school. I smile to myself and say to my best mate ’I’ll be...
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The Running Man Slows Down
THX set up the telephone. “Do you know what you’ll say?” “Yep,” The Note Writer replied. THX called AOL tech support, and The Note Writer started talking. “Yes, hi. I’m super smart, and my computer is broken. I...
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If Weasels Could Talk
“Hello there Guvnor”, the furry faced little weasel said to me one foggy day in London. I stopped in my tracks, bumpershoot in hand, shaking off the rain. “Whoa there you chalky faced git, you’re gettin me fur all wet”, th...
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Forget-Me-Nots and Flames
I was sitting on our porch sipping my coffee when… it happened. My wife, as beautiful as when I first saw her, was toiling away in her garden doing what she does best, mesmerizing me. I remember thinking, right beforehand, how lucky I was to find...
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The Box Cart on Suicide Hill
The discarded soap box in the back of the alley wasn’t big enough to fit any of us, and the bottom looked pretty rotted out, but we all knew that it had been sitting there long enough, and it was time to put it to good use. We scoured the neighbo...
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Same Leg
Off to work late with a coffee in his right hand and a briefcase in his left. He turns the keys in the ignition only to be blasted by deafening rock music from the night before. The music startles him so much; he spills coffee all over his right pant l...
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In The Moment, Out of Sense
The paint came in torrents, coating the canvas in dark swaths. White became gray became blue became white again, all layered in savagery and revenge to rival the throws of Mother Nature. Tints of brown and gold swept up from below, buffeting up against...
