Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Ghostbusters III
Continued . . .
Monday, July 28, 2008
Ghostbusters 2.5
peter is ready to believe you.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
"日本語 困惑"
“Just the one Asian that needs to be taken out.”
“Do you anticipate a resistance?”
“The boss said not to, but I think we should be prepared anyway.”
“We should have shotguns for this shit,” Karen giggled as she got out of the car. After she shut the door, she checked her hair and dress in the reflection of the car’s window.
“How do I look?” Karen asked. Jack walked around to the other side of the beat up Cadillac that the company gave them for the job. Starting with her feet, he began a close inspection of Karen’s appearance.
“Let’s see…shoes, check. Clear pantyhose, check, but you know I’m a fan of bare legs.” Karen smiled at the compliment about her legs that almost happened. “And we continue, let’s see. Turn around for me?” Karen did a brief 360 degree turn with the grace of a grade school ballerina. “Hmm…that dress does not accentuate your posterior the way that your black business suit does.”
“Stop talking about my ass. We’re professionals!”
“Right, well you asked me how you look, and I’m giving you a fair answer. Having a nice butt is important in this line of work.”
“Jack, come on.”
“Fine,” Jack said with a devious grin. “You’ve been wearing your hair in that same early 90’s Demi Moore style for the past six months, so perhaps it’s time for a change there but other than that, I think you look great. Now can we get to work?”
Karen closed her eyes and handed a shit eating grin on a plate to Jack. “Absolutely.”
“Sun’s going down. Let’s do this.”
peter's story was inspired by Youtube videos of insane Japanese people. He also enjoys mustard.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Andromeda and Nereid
__________He tried to keep the swirling sensation of his guttural panic hidden from Reid. But he couldn't help it. Without even thinking about it, he searched for a line of the horizon in the pitch. His eyes focused, narrowed, dilated, all without his thoughts. Like breathing, his automatic attention was dimmed and sharpened. The air was thick, everything was a shade of shadow, sometimes charcoal, sometimes ink. The moon was hidden and there wasn't even a sign of silver glow behind the clouds, nothing but slow moving bulks in what he had to only assume was the sky because it was what he saw when he stretched his neck and looked up. When Reid emerged from his cabin every few hours, he came up with a lantern and shone it in Andre's face making his eyes water from the shock of the brightness. Reid pulled and jangled the chains to ensure they were still tight. Andre knew they were because his arm had gone numb what could have been hours ago. Another night dragged itself across the sky. In the mornings Andre slept.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Each Blade of Grass
Continued. . .
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Repent
peter watches the leaders of the world play like little birds throwing stones. Click here to read the rest of his story.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Biblical Unicorn
Continued....
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Passiontide, pt 1.
“Look at me, Rev,” I said. “Where else would I take him?”
We were in his office. There were boxes in large piles all around and behind his desk. Each box had, in large, hand written red letters, the word “ReNcarn8" written on the side. When I came in, he had stood up and thrown his chair back with such force, he’d almost knocked a stack of these boxes over. Now he was leaning over the desk and his face was red with anger. I had other things to think about. I took a rag from the corner of the office and tied it around my upper arm. I pulled it tight, the knife wound was deep. It would heal quickly, but that wouldn’t matter if I lost too much blood.
“I don’t rightly give a fuck, Tucker,” Steve screamed. “Anywhere but here.”
“Steve, c’mon. I don’t have anywhere else to go. You know that. Can you please just trust me?”
“And what if they come looking for him?” Steve sat down. He was still angry, although a little defeated. What had happened, had happened.
“They won’t.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because we don’t exist, Rev. The ones that can even remember us are sure we’re dead. They don’t have protocols for this situation.”
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Scarlet Woman
___The factory looked like a city in itself with large towers and tiny twinkling lights. The plant was an organism exhaling in billow breathes, a seeming cloud factory. An ardent laborer, the factory was always awake, blinking in different constellations. Its organs stretched across warehouse rooms: ligaments of conveyor belt, kidney vats and stomach of hoppers. It excreted heat, smoke, and all of Petal Plastic’s products. Petal’s brain center was a web of circuits. The black widow, creator of the company, was Scarlet, the plant’s eyes. I was its smiling veneer.
Things That End With "Y"
peter can't part the sea or divide waves. He can only cause ripples. Click here to read the rest of his story.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
13th Pigeon
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Fiorinal
I’ll take her word for it. Ronnie never did me wrong before. That’s just her nickname. Veronica is her real name. I think. Ronnie makes her sound like a lesbian. Which she is.
I think.
Never could watch when the needle takes its deep plunge into my skin. Scared of those things, always was. I once took an allergy test when I was in the third grade. The nurse sat there and pricked at my arm forty five times.
I think.
Each prick was then padded with a little drip of a common allergy in liquid form. It would sink into the little hole that the nurse had just punctured my beautiful skin with. If that hole would turn green or something, that would mean that I’m allergic to that particular allergy. Each test was inconclusive.
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Solomon Says
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