The Old Man
**The Old Man** "Do not leave me alone." I stared hard at these words, written in decorative cursive that the old man had given to me on a paper that had been torn out of his notepad. I was flabbergasted, knowing full well...
Shadows Dance: Part I
**Shadows Dance** "No. No, this isn't right." But it was right, the evidence was staring Nathan in the face. The thin red fox read the letter again, hardly believing the typed Tahoma-style words. He hoped that reading the...
No Popcorn for the Movie
Not a Popcorn Movie I looked up at the marquis above the movie theater entrance, shuffling my feet nervously against the pavement. The evening was a cold one, though it hadn't snowed in a couple weeks now, and in the sky, the sun had fallen below the...
Snowbomb
Snowbomb I looked outside my window; snow had been steadily piling up over the past three days, adding a new inch of white powder every eight hours or so. Beyond the glass it was as white as a forest could get, pure blinding white-out conditions. It...
Black Widow and The Tarantula Ten
Black Widow and the Tarantula Ten I loaded up my six-shooter, putting in the bullets one by one, knowing that the gun wasn't nearly big enough for what was coming. Jason cleared his throat, a clear sign of nervousness that I never liked. He was...
You Can't Shut Me Up
You can't shut me up I'm in your head screwing with your wires Your followers know my name They know that you're a failure Because I'm a good listener You're afraid of me, and of what I stand for you're afraid that your glorious, eternal system...
The Bombardiers
The Bombardiers There are often times in our lives when the world just throws us a bit of a curveball in an effort to get us to slow down, take things easy, and just let things happen. Sort of karma's way of saying "Stop this shit right now, you...
What I Want
I want to surf the Great Barrier Reef I want to see the sunset in Paris I want to go skiing up in Sweden I want to kill Snooki and blame it on Charlie Sheen I want a lot of things I want to talk philosophy with John Wayne I want to dance with a...
Gotta Love That Bomber
Gotta Love That Bomber It was the best standoff I had ever been a part of. Ten people were standing behind me with guns drawn, pointed at the heart of one little pus-bag who cringed in the corner of his bathroom, his rodent eyes wide with terror,...
A Pocketful of Bombs
A Pocketful of Bombs Well, I really found myself in a pickle this time, salty vinegar juice and all. I was stripped down to my underwear--black briefs, very nice and applicably comfortable on a dry, sunny day such as this--with my hands tightly...
The Fuse to My Bomb
The Fuse to My Bomb I knew he was insane, even before my friends told me. Maybe that was what made me attracted to him, the fact that he was more twisted than a crazy-straw. We hopped over the fence and quickly crossed the park, as silent as a pair...
Blue Earth
**Blue Earth: Chapter one** I At one time, Max had been too interested in other things to have ever bothered with the subject of heroin. He was too busy studying for high school exams and competing for top spot in the varsity baseball...