The wedding had passed without a hitch, and the honeymoon was over. Now he was alone for the first time since they were together, and as co-workers all around him buzzed like crickets, the full weight of his decision came to bear upon him. There was a little less wonder in his world now, a little less discovery.
“Do you think I should’ve waited a little longer to get married?” He asked the co-worker next to him.
His co-worker gave him an exasperated look and, as bullets whizzed past their heads, he yelled, “Iraqi soldiers are shooting at you, Private! Shoot back!”
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Rumours
When the police declared that Troy was no longer a person of interest in the murder of Carlos Silva, rumours about the mysterious circumstances of Carlos' death began to circulate among the students of their high school. None, however, was as powerful as the story of a vengeful freshman who executed perfectly his plan to have his bully executed.
When Paula––Carlos’ girlfriend, and fellow bully––was found stabbed to death in her bedroom, the student body were sure that Troy had done it. When the police, again, cleared him of any wrongdoing, the high school buzzed in fear and excitement.
When Paula––Carlos’ girlfriend, and fellow bully––was found stabbed to death in her bedroom, the student body were sure that Troy had done it. When the police, again, cleared him of any wrongdoing, the high school buzzed in fear and excitement.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Interrogation
Worse than being hung on the outstretched finger of Sir Alexander Flemming, was reliving the incident to a pair of police officers who were certain that you had murdered your bully.
“Where were you Saturday evening,” Officer Buck asked.
“I was at home, with my family,” Troy answered.
“They’ll attest for your whereabouts?” Officer Gary asked.
“Can I talk to my mum?”
“What, so you can straighten up your alibi? I don’t think––”
Officer Buck interrupted, whispering that Troy was allowed a guardian by law in Officer Gary’s ear. Officer Gary looked displeased and said, “Fine, but we’re watching you, kid.”
“Where were you Saturday evening,” Officer Buck asked.
“I was at home, with my family,” Troy answered.
“They’ll attest for your whereabouts?” Officer Gary asked.
“Can I talk to my mum?”
“What, so you can straighten up your alibi? I don’t think––”
Officer Buck interrupted, whispering that Troy was allowed a guardian by law in Officer Gary’s ear. Officer Gary looked displeased and said, “Fine, but we’re watching you, kid.”
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Based On A True Story
Tibbles was a cat who was unceremoniously ripped from his home, and brought to an island with two men and a lighthouse. He was used to being fed, so when several days had passed and Tibbles hadn’t seen a morsel of food, he took matters into his own paws.
Hunting for the first time, Tibbles found an easy target: a flightless bird. Tearing into its flesh, Tibbles was overcome with pleasure from both the succulence of his prey, and the pride of being a true predator.
Months later, Tibbles had hunted that wren to extinction, and was now left with nothing.
Hunting for the first time, Tibbles found an easy target: a flightless bird. Tearing into its flesh, Tibbles was overcome with pleasure from both the succulence of his prey, and the pride of being a true predator.
Months later, Tibbles had hunted that wren to extinction, and was now left with nothing.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Into The Woods
Ranger Roger was telling a ghost story to the boys of Camp Straightwood, a place that helped gay teens become straight.
“Later that night, when Joe returned to his cabin, he found his friends...” Roger paused, and then stood up and yelled into the forest behind him, “damnit Lance, you missed your cue!” He received no response, and walked back to where Lance was supposed to be hiding. He heard growling and grunting nearby, but saw no sign of him.
And then, behind a tree stump, horror: Lance was balls-deep inside Todd, a camper.
“Damnit, Lance!”
“What, he’s 18. It’s okay!”
“Later that night, when Joe returned to his cabin, he found his friends...” Roger paused, and then stood up and yelled into the forest behind him, “damnit Lance, you missed your cue!” He received no response, and walked back to where Lance was supposed to be hiding. He heard growling and grunting nearby, but saw no sign of him.
And then, behind a tree stump, horror: Lance was balls-deep inside Todd, a camper.
“Damnit, Lance!”
“What, he’s 18. It’s okay!”
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