Once a Rat, always a Rat

The tattered burlap sack lifted violently off his head, revealing a face so battered and bruised, that Clive was hardly recognizable to anyone who knew him. The overhead lamp, hanging from a chain suspended from the ceiling, swayed back and forth, in a circular motion. The light cast a spotlight across the concrete floor and... Continue Reading →

Carl’s Refusal

Carl stood in the bathroom gazing at himself in the mirror. He turned his head to one side, then to the other. He appeared older, he noticed wrinkles and grey hairs where there was none before. He took a deep breath and exhaled in disappointment. Shit, he mumbled under his breath, stretching the newly discovered... Continue Reading →

Skyward (100 words)

I gaze up at the sky in all of its vastness. Clear and blue, smeared in white clouds drifting with purpose. I envy the birds, because it is up there where they soar across it without limits. They navigate any direction they choose, unbothered by the chaos created below. Man tarnishes its beauty, pumping smog,... Continue Reading →

Sparrow

March, 2017 “King me, Morty old boy!” Wally said, mockingly rubbing his hands together. Mortimer, or Morty, as he was known in the wing, pressed his lips together, annoyed. The black and red checker board now flooded with Wally's red chips. Morty’s black army had dwindled down to the last remaining few. It was the... Continue Reading →

The Ninth Hour

 8:45pm He sat on the floor against the wall, the 9 mm Colt lay next to him, magazine fully loaded, ready to fire. A beaming light broke through the drapes, lighting the dark room's interior. A voice on a megaphone, in the streets below, ordered him to surrender. The end neared, they would burst through the door and attempt to take him alive. He would not let that happen .... Continue Reading →

Searching for Emily Rose

I have never been a ladies man, I couldn't tell you the first thing about being in a relationship. It's been that way my entire life. I don't know what it feels like to be loved or cared for by a woman. To hold their hand or run my fingers through their hair. I don't know what it's like... Continue Reading →

The Peculiar Mr. Pitts

The whiskey poured into the glass, swirling back and forth, rising steadily. Norton observed with eagerness, the precious liquid couldn't pour fast enough. The bartender laid down a fresh napkin, placing the glass on top. "Whiskey straight doll," She said, smacking her gum from the side of her mouth. "You holler at me if you need anything else, okay?" "Will do." He... Continue Reading →

The Unlikely Three

The 1985 Buick Skylark was parked at the end of the shopping center, a maneuver away from a quick exit down Jefferson Way. Mitch sat in the driver's seat, picking away at the worn out foam on the steering wheel. He did not remove his eyes off of the Pawnshop in the distance. He ran... Continue Reading →

Broken Silence

“Momma?” he said to her, softly. “Are you sad? Why are you crying?” She looked upward at him slowly, knowing he wouldn’t understand. “I’m not sad, I’m happy. I’m crying, because I’m happy.” ——————————————————--------------- He opened his eyes - startled. No matter where his eyes wandered, blackness surrounded him. His sister, a year older, lay... Continue Reading →

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