Finishing up Jack Kerouac’s novel: The Town and The City. Its the second time I have read it, and its an interesting read. The beginning of the book, he mentions the city I was born and raised in, the city I reside in now, and the river which is only two blocks away. When IContinue reading “Jack Kerouac”
alone at his favorite outdoor table while quietly thinking … blocking out the sounds of the traffic and people passing by … completely focused on the other world that he knows will never happen
the thought police are doing a number on the old professor’s head
its a perfect day to take a stroll, when a young female stops a few feet away. she has a dumbfounded look on her face… he stops dead in his tracks … excuse me… you look like you are lost… she replied… i am lost … do you need help… since you say that youContinue reading “lost and found”
Sitting on a park bench, reading one of his favorite authors, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, an acquaintance that he hasn’t seen in ages. He remembered her name, but as far some of the particulars go, they just passed right by him. He finally looked up, and said hello, and sheContinue reading “Strangers In The Park”
It is one of those days, when nothing seems to go right for a number of reasons. So what were the things that ended up ruining the neighbor’s day. He looks out the window and sees that his car stolen…no milk in the fridge for his cereal…coffee maker shit the bed…later in the day…he burntContinue reading “Why Me”
With all the bullshit going with the Delta virus flaring up in his state, Jim decided to pack his bags, jump in his car, and head out of state. After driving north for the past four hours, he decided to keep going in the same direction. Eventually, he got on Interstate 95 North, and sawContinue reading “A Much Needed Change”
A rural upbringing, she decided to move to a big city. The realtor won her over with all the good things and the closeness to some of the best restaurants, cinemas, etc., etc…so she agreed to take the one bedroom apartment, which was on 12th floor. What she didn’t expect, was the littered sidewalks, trafficContinue reading “Not What She expected”
Saturday morning, he goes down to his favorite bakery to buy a couple of bran muffins and a coffee to go. As he is waiting for his order to be finished, he hears the bell atop the door ring, and what he sees is his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. It immediately brought backContinue reading “A Sight For Sore Eyes”
the table is all laid out with chef salad, a wedge of cheddar cheese, a plate of expensive cold cuts, and a bottle of red wine. with all the time she spent getting the food ready, the candles ready to be lit, her date nevertheless was a total slob… knocking stuff over, and … theContinue reading “bummer”
grouchy bastard drives the good humor ice cream truck and bitches about everything under the sun
He told her lover, cry me a river. She started to weep, when suddenly it seemed like the dam broke, and all hell broke loose. She just kept crying and crying, and it looked liked it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Now he wished he never told her to cry.
A hot and sticky night in the city. Nadia’s a/c doesn’t work, so she lay awake all night. She looked at the alarm clock, and saw it was 3:00 a.m., and suddenly she heard a woman screaming loudly, and she decided to look out the window, and saw a man beating an older woman. NadiaContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ What She Saw ~ Fiction”
when I am out and about and need some inspiration, I seek out my guru who is sitting on one of the benches in the downtown square. buy him a coffee and a bagel, and he’s in his glory, filling my down and out brain a boost of enthusiastic goodwill and beautiful words to liveContinue reading “inspiration ~ satire”
A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few carsContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction”
It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favoriteContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction”
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, andContinue reading “3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction”
It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good toContinue reading “3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction”
The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasingContinue reading “3:00 A.M. The Village Square -Short Fiction”
A late winter storm, dumping copious amounts of snow on the streets and avenues, in the downtown area. Its 3:00 a.m., not a soul to be seen venturing in the deepening snow. Even the plows are having a hard time keeping the roads cleared. The only places that are still open, are a 24 hourContinue reading “3:00 A.M. Downtown – Short Fiction”
Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years. He usually is the only one there, andContinue reading “3:00 A.M. – A Short Story”
He’s dancing to the music in his head.
“To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin – Author, Born: October 21, 1929
Change is good, replied the cashier.
The entire cast of know-it-all, know nothing so-called leaders of the free world, are all aboard an all expenses gladfully paid for, at the taxpayers expense, a non-returnable flight, on the spaceship emptiness. It is heading straight on into the void, and will never be heard from again.
the middle-age couple, go at it, day and night. always arguing. talking very loud, loud enough to be heard at least a block away. the police have made numerous visits, and have warned them many a time, to cool their jets, or else they will get their asses hauled off to the precinct house. mostContinue reading “Not Exactly – A Short Story”
The half-whacked preacher, is speaking the unspeakable of a lewd and lascivious nature.
Caught stealing his neighbor’s newspaper, he declared depraved indifference.
Mr Positive debates Mr Negative. Egos clash. Neither comes out a winner. Both egos deflated.
Trekking with the numerous lost souls. The journey continues on.
All ye caffeine junkies, drink up, and get wired.
Chasing the American dream. Its elusive.
During his morning stroll, the elderly man is curious, as to how many bricks did they use in making the one block long sidewalk. Maybe one day, he will find the answer, by the tedious task of counting the red rectangular blocks of clay.
Watching a mysterious mystery which in turn is a total mystery to figure out as its a complete and ultimate mystery to seek answers to the mystery of all mysteries
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
A head filled with scatterbrain ideas.
A toast to the human madness.
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Living the life of a nomad.
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….
She knew the weather is bad, but she was determined to venture out to the bodega, to get milk, as she had none left. Bundled up, she encountered white out conditions, and soon enough, she got disoriented, and didn’t know where she was. The next morning her son woke up, and his mother was notContinue reading “Short Story”
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
he awoke around 2:00 am and he couldn’t get back to sleep he decided to thrown on some clothes and take a walk the air was warm and it made him feel good ambling on down the street he sees two women in black heels totally naked standing at the corner as he approached theyContinue reading “Short Story”
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankfulContinue reading “Quick Fiction”
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
He: Did he do it? She: What did he do? He: I’m asking you, did he do it? She: What did he do? He: You know what he did. She: I have know idea what you are talking about. He: I think you do. She: You think, but you don’t know for sure. He; Well,Continue reading “100 Word Story”
The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and thatContinue reading “Deadline ~ A 100 Word Story”
She sleeps soundly on a mattress filled with stiff straw.
He said, “Oh shit.” She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.
Standing under the spreading maple tree, he is fretting, and mumbling, as what he will say, to his long lost daughter. It’s been at least 10 plus years, that they had any contact. She finally showed up, and it was an awkward feeling. A few minutes passed by, and the angst he was feeling wasContinue reading “100 Word Story”
By day, he lives the life of a monk. In the evening, a con artist, is his vocation.
The young couple, love dancing in the rain.
Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her andContinue reading “100 Word Story”
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
He and she, will never see eye to eye, and it will always be like that.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
His mind is filled with impure thoughts, accompanied with lust in his heart and loins.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
Sign adhered on the merchant’s door says, “Gone fishing for fish, for my favorite aunt’s dinner.” “Wish me luck.”
He and she, will forever be.
On a beautiful warm day, he decides to go outside, and sits himself down on the stoop. He takes out his blues harp, and plays some down home blues. Some of the passersby stop to watch him, and love what they are hearing. That makes him a very happy guy.
The moon is dark. The wolves are quiet. Makes for an eerie feeling.
He is the man who never plans for anything. Just wings it, and he is fine with that.
Only the brave will walk in the darkness of a dense forest, and will come out unscathed.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
He’s known as the “I said it, but I didn’t say it” guy.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
She has a bad habit of mincing words, and she will never change. Its in her DNA.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
Whenever he has anything to say, he rambles like a babbling brook.
He’s never wrong. So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.
The look of love is showing in her eyes, while lust was in his heart. They hit it off.
So it goes. So it goes.
Truth be told, he’s known as the great deflector.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
The prophet loves to spread his doom and gloom, while imbibing with a bottle of his favorite whiskey.
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
She’s always been known to be a people person.
His daily regimen of 30 some odd years for lunch is, baloney and cheese with mustard on wheat. He never believed in having anything different.
He is known as the master of manipulation.
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
She only ate toast on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The reason is, both days begin with the letter “T.”
She decided today would be good to pay a visit, to the new super market, which is having a grand opening. Off she went, to see what the store has to offer. Well, she couldn’t believe what was happening. There was quite a few people pushing the shopping carts, putting imaginary food, paper goods, milkContinue reading “Short Story – Imagining Things”
He never socializes with his co-workers.
Spending quality time with no one.