Holding a mallard. Being given water, and a white cat on snowy river banks, as part of some team survival, scavenger game level thing. Not many supplies. Find them along the way. Like a pair of white sneakers with bright blue stripes, slightly hidden in sand. Put them on. Hope they fit. Run and follow the duck and cat: getting ready for something…
Suspicious, vicious fishes make delicious, nutritious dishes.
This was it. After a year of non-stop work and near end of the big project, Jack Stengel was finally on vacation and taking a break from his hectic schedule back in New York. Read More »
Close to dawn, a figure emerged from a darkened street in Hell’s Kitchen wearing all black. Read More »
Peter Sanderson awoke with a succubus straddling atop. Peter felt exhilaration as he neared climax thinking how great his girlfriend Kate was in bed. He opened his eyes and gazed in absolute horror once he realized what was getting him off.Read More »
A skull’s decay emerged through the shifting dirt, as Gerald deftly managed the shovel. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. Careful and steady, but fast. Read More »
“You don’t want any cream or sugar,” Clancy asked Chuck after being served coffee by a waitress at Mike’s Diner off the Ditmars stop in Astoria, Queens.
“I like my coffee like I like my women,” Chuck said.
“Hot and black.”Read More »
The car died along a lonely road fifty miles from anywhere. The frustrated driver got out of the car after banging the steering wheel with his hands and yelling a number of expletives.Read More »
“Stop kicking that sculpture. It’s a piece of art that someone obviously spent a lot of time on and what did it ever do to you?”
“Fuck man, c’mon let’s break some more shit!”Read More »
On a coast in a land down by the beach the waves crash with a mighty roar. A man in a tuxedo sits on the coarse sand alone looking towards the ocean while taking a pull from an over priced bottle of bubbly. Occasionally he takes a puff from a big fat cigar gnawed and wet at the tip. His thoughts run deep wondering why. Toiling over and over again the previous night’s events he cannot find an answer to his actions. How could he have killed that giraffe? Read More »