Trekking with the numerous lost souls. The journey continues on.
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
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.
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.
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”
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
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.
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.
She is standing on the railing of the fourth floor balcony, threatening to jump. A passerby, who actually knew her, looked up, and shouted up and asked, “what are you doing?” She replied, “its all over, so I’m going to end it all by jumping down to the ground.” He pleaded with her not toContinue reading “Short Story”
On Sundays, she likes to keep everything simple.
There’s a group sitting in chairs, and a few others sprawled on the floor, are reading lines for a casting call. They all have hopes of getting the chance of acting in a Broadway play. In the end, it will be one male, and a female that will make the cut. Needless to say, thereContinue reading “Short Story”
The man tells me he has a real exciting job. “So, what do you do that excites you about your job?” He says, “splitting atoms using plastic cutlery.” I was dumb founded and speechless. After a minute or two, he asked me what I did for work. My reply, “cleaning up the bullshit people leave,Continue reading “Short Story”
Without warning, her coffee maker died.
A way for him to enjoy peace and solitude, he likes to go for a sail on the calm, blue water.
He’s eating donuts, while skipping rope.
His mind was playing tricks, due to a lack of sleep, and the strong black coffee wasn’t doing him any good. All he could do, is sit in his favorite chair, and stare out the window.
He said ”I’ve nothing to say, especially to you,” and off he went, into the dead of night.
The couple in the restaurant are sitting across from each, enjoying their meal and the conversation. She was very happy to be with him, and to make the evening more enjoyable, she took off one of her shoes, and with nylon clad foot, moved it up his leg very slowly, and it brought a smile.Continue reading “Short Story”
She had the odd look on her face, like she has two heads and four tits, and never said a word.
He never liked being a conversationalist.
Sitting passively at the window with her mug of tea, she knows that everything is right in her own little corner of the world.
Beware, he is on a mission, to find the culprit who stole his wallet.
Sitting at the bay window, with their warm mugs of coffee, the husband and wife of 40 plus years of marriage, are happily watching the children playing in the high snow banks. It brought big smiles, as they remembered when they did same exact thing. Cherished memories they will always have.
He talks from both sides of his mouth.
The elderly couple are at a complete loss, of what they see as of the blight of their once, and proud beautiful neighborhood. They both wished they had never came back, as it brought tears to their eyes.
He took a long walk on a short pier, and never was to be seen again.
A man without a plan. He rather wing it, and hopes it works.
His brains was like scrambled eggs without the pepper and ketchup.
She’s known as the naked poet.
The flap jacks and pancakes along with the coffee, are all the rave, at the 24/7/365 mid-town diner. The patrons always leave full and happy, and that makes the owners who are identical twins happy too.
The young newly Wed couple bought a condo apartment, which is on the third floor. They were aghast seeing that the rear balcony, has sweeping views of the city’s landfill, swarming with crows, seagulls and pigeons. The odors emanating from there, wasn’t exactly pleasant.
The photographer likes the striking pose of her nude body lying under the stately oak tree. She sees herself a natural, as this is something she has never done before.
You would swear on your mothers cranberry sauce sandwich, that her husband’s beady eyes, could bore a hole through a wall.
Her smile shows her pearly whites.
He was so irate for locking himself out of the apartment that he punched the wall with such force, he broke his hand and jammed the wrist too.
Write, write, write she says. Right he says, as you are right for telling me to write the right stuff.
Walking with a swagger and his fedora cocked just a bit, caught the eyes of the fine looking ladies.
He’s one for thinking like a brain on steroids.
He water skis on the snow.
It was a good night to take a walk with his dog, on the snow covered cemetery. His mission was to hopefully find the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe, and if he did see him, he would knew be at a loss as to what to say to him. If not, then he would haveContinue reading “Quick Fiction”
He never said he was a rocket scientist.
The little boy was in awe of the super moon, as he could not believe the size of it. He asked his mom to take a picture of it, so he can look at it whenever he needed cheering up.
The fleas are fleeing the leas.
He’s creepy as a sly fox.
His life, a comedy of errors, which turns out to be a never-ending quest.
The crochety old man parks his ass the rocking chair, that was originally his great aunt, with the TV on which he is not paying attention to what is on. Instead, he gets his tablet, boots it up, then decides to read how the country is going to hell in a hand basket. He’s disgustedContinue reading “Quick Fiction”
Sitting on the front porch, he watching with glee, the neighbors dog chasing its tail. Its the highlight of an otherwise, boring day.
With her piercing eyes you’d swear that she could penetrate through a brick wall.
Serving coffee and fast food, at the all night diner, which is frequented by people of all walks of life. Always open no matter what the weather is like, and everyone is happy.
When all was said and done, it amounted to nothing.