I sighed as I waited patiently on the jet bridge. Two glorious weeks in Hawaii wasn't enough, but as this was a college graduation present from my parents, I couldn't complain. Hell, any time spent in Hawaii was heaven, but having to leave sucked. I had too much fun playing and fucking. I didn't want to go. To make matters worse, I had to make a stopover in...
Et in Arcadia ego; "I too was in Arcadia" In Arcadia Damian Dastagna consumed his breakfast in the breakfast-nook with a warm, congenial feel of a man sure of victory. He loved victories and though he was scarcely what one might call a hard-boiled chap by dint of habit, he saw himself as a master of fisticuffs against the evils of life. There were certainl...
BROCKTON, MA. Alexandra woke up. It was a saturday. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She stared at the reflection. She looked at a young woman with short black hair and dark green eyes. A face that some would consider pretty, if a bit average. She took her toothbrush and rinsed it with hot water. She put on some colgate total and started b...
To Rene, with all my love. The line of texta spreads across the white…a writhing, headless blue snake twisting and turning against the starkness of the blank wall. A noise. The pen drops to the ground, shedding its curling paper skin, the words texta now faded only to ext. Forgotten, it bleeds blue blood into the carpet. Mother. Her voice is loud, a high p...
The name is Jay Vincent. A big and tall young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a town full of morons. And I absolutely hate it. From the dumb-ass women I see talking on the phone or checking their makeup in the rearview mirror instead of paying attention to traffic while driving to the punk-ass guys and girls I see smoking (...
"How ya doin' back there?" How was she doing? The question was as dumb as everything else that had happened to her so far this evening. She was half naked; she was freezing. Goose bumps covered her skin as she sat there in the cold back seat of the patrol car. The smoke from the cigarette she was holding in the corner of her mouth was curling upwards into...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
Its late one night, I've been curled up on the sofa in front of the fire reading a book with my cat curled up next to me keeping me company. I look at the top of the fire place and decide its time for bed. I put the book down, turn off the fire and head towards the bedroom. I flick the light switch in the bedroom, but nothing happens, I slowly walk across t...
TWO That's what a best friend is for: figuring things out when you aren't up to the task. Sometimes it takes more than your best friend, and you have to tell your story to the next circle of acquaintances as well, even though their opinions haven't hit the mark so often in the past, and their way of seeing things doesn't usually line up with yours. In a no...
"Did you hear me, Daniel?" "Yes, sir." "I understand that this has come as a shock to you. I'd like to offer my condolences." "Thank you, sir." The dean frowned. There was something eerie over the young man's face. He had been forced to deliver bad news to students before, and was used to seeing people getting so shocked by the news that they couldn't fu...