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âI think itâs totally appropriate and actually quite amazing and cool, if I can still use that word,â Emma said. âTo release this new material on the one hundredth anniversary of their first record is nothing short of astounding and extraordinary.â âAny more adjectives youâd like to throw at me,?â James said, strumming the guitar tattooed on his bald head. G Major played ...
The mailbox door had fallen to the ground. It lay on the grass looking up at the row of black metallic boxes, all other three screwed securely into their wooden posts. A neighbor had come by and zip locked it back into place but now it only hung like some large black medallion on a very skinny torso. When Joanna drove by to collect her mail she needed to get out of her car, remove the assortmen...
â . . and damned if I didnât see a guy that looked just like you on the boat. I almost went over to talk to him but didnât want to intrude on his vacation.â âOh, you should have. Did you get a picture of him?â âNah, didnât want to be a stalker.â âWouldâve loved to see him. Not everyday you get to meet your doppelgĂ€nger.â âThey say everyone has one, ...
âSo,â he said, putting on his reading glasses and picking up the sheet of paper, âMr. Kick, is it?â âNo sir, Iâm applying for a position as a Side Kick. My name, well, the last name I went by was The Wasp. I was working for Insect Man at that time but Iâm afraid we had a falling out. He blamed it on the economy but I think he just wanted me out.â âAha, and why exactly wou...
âCâmon Mate, itâs hardly brain surgery now is it?â âYeah, no, but it is, Gordon,â I said. âIt most definitely is.â âLook, I had it done. Was taking way to many pills, ya know? Antidepressants, sleeping pills, fucking Adderall man. Uppers and downers, I was a fucking elevator!  Now? Iâm smooth, no more chemistry class.â âSo glad it worked for you but I just...
When our daughter was born, we still hadnât decided on a name. A name is a very important thing. stirring connotations of other liked named people, for good or for worse. We had been debating for months, making lists, and searching the internet, everything except asking friends and family. That rarely goes well. We thought weâd wait till she arrived and were quite sure, upon looking into her face, a name would be communi...
Itâs the smells I remember most clearly. Sunday afternoons were reserved for Grandma and Grandpa, for visits to The Home. Not their home, mind you, but The Home, with all the finality, rigidity, and coldness those capital letters exude, the âHâresembling a hospital bed. Their home had been a place of warmth with the wonderful smells of baking, fresh flowers, and various lotions and creams. The Home smelled of urine, disi...
It was so terribly cold. It was snowing, and it was almost dark.   His boots crunched the frozen ground as he slowly and carefully stepped forward, scanning for signs of disturbance. He held the stun rifle firmly in both hands, tracing the arc of his flashlight, slowly sweeping left then right then repeating. He stopped. It was utterly silent. He could feel the wet cold on his cheeks, the only exposed skin peeking out fr...
âSo what did you expect with a name like that?,â the therapist continued. âOh, I donât know, I never put much credence in any of that stuff. Theyâre just stories. Biblical or mythological, whatâs the difference?ââWell maybe, but youâve gotta admit it is a little weird, you being named for him. I mean âJob,â what were your parents thinking anyway?ââApparently they werenât.ââSo, how can we, you, deal with all this? How can you streamline yo...
âSo, whatâs the catch?â âNo catch, man, itâs just like I told ya.â âReally? When itâs too good to be true, well, you know, it usually is.â âIâm being straight with ya, man. This ainât like that Nigerian Prince scam ya get in your fax machine. No, no. This is one hundred percent, full disclosure, top notch, no bullshit stuff Iâm talkinâ âbout here.â <...
Oh câmon, really? Another one? I am not supporting this, Iâm just not. I didnât complain, at least not too much, when you brought home Cooper, that fat lug of a cat, I even grew to like him, well at least his body heat when we snuggled. I accepted Humphrey, that big goofball of a labradoodle, didn't I? I did. You know I did, even though my water bowl smells of dog. Labradoodle, hah, ho...
So, you gonna answer me or what? Yes, yes Dad, itâs just that Iâm real busy right now. The kid is napping and Iâm trying to get some work done before he wakes up and I honestly donât have time to address your vanity issues. Can we talk about this later please, huh? Okay, okay Iâll power down for a while. My equivalent of a nap. Talk to you later. Thank you. <...
            1 Images light-blink on and off. Squares, rectangles, elongated Dali-like drippings, funhouse distortions, negative spaces. An internal e-frame sliding life moments across a warped screen. Discomfort in my left hand. Tingling. Warmth. A needle protruding from a vein. White tape, blood smeared. Thin tubing, plastic bag, dripping hydration, the smell of disinfectant. Cold. Dist...
My grandson is obsessed with the moon. At eighteen months old he points to the sky and says âmoo.â Close, unless of course he means the cow that jumped over the moon. I explain that the moon can only be seen in the night sky when itâs dark not during the day, even though itâs still really there. He usually goes to look through one particular set of windows in the guest bedroom since that was the first time he became awar...
So, it had been five hundred years, as usual, since the last meeting of the Dragoneers Club and at the most recent meeting Puff had caught some serious shade from his fellow brother and sister dragons. Sure he had been made famous in the Sixties because of that popular eponymous song, but that kid Jackie Paper had left him with a big problem and a reputation as a dysfunctional Hoarder. You see dragons were supposed to ho...
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