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Submitted to Contest #66
Mellow Yellow When I first heard the words, I felt as though the fog had lifted and I found myself staring at the reality of my future. I had feared the advance of time and therefore the future, primarily because it couldn’t be predicted with any certainty that is. Uncertainty frightened me because I was rooted in the environment of Christianity. The mystery, as well as both the promise of salvation and, or the gamble that the devil was seated across from me on my bus ride to school, followed me like perspiration in an eleva...
Billy Joel Salt and Pepper Having given up on life, humanity, because of its precipitous disdain for lost souls, he found himself once again stranded. Hitching was not what it once was, but then, what was. Nothing remains the same for a reason, he argued with himself, a means of distraction, as he continued his lonely existence on the outskirts of someplace along the route known as, the Coast Highway. Billy Joel believed there was opportunity everywhere he had not looked, and was convince...
Good For Nothing “Come down from there you fool.” “I’m not a fool. I’m prognostic.” “Do you even know what prognostic means?” “Listen, I’ve been around a while and It doesn’t matter if I know what something means or not. Sometimes, most times, better if I don’t know. Making things up, has more upsides than down. Ever tell you about Harry Holden. He was quite the character. He believed the truth was the absence of a lie. I tried to talk him ...
Submitted to Contest #65
A Play, On Words Camilla: “It was a dark and rainy night, or would stormy work better?” “You aren’t planning on using that tired old cliché to begin with, are you? Our play is supposed to be about peoples ideologies and relationships, and we ain’t the Walton’s, if you know what I mean.” “What you all laughing at. I know who the Walton’s were. They lived on the lane, just down the road from the old hanging ...
Stereotypical Introspection “Howard!” “What?” “You going out tonight?” “NO!” “Why not?” They ask the same question every year, and I give them the same answer. What is so special about this one night? Does one day or night, a week, month, year, century, really make a difference, after you are dead? Faces change, people fear differing things, but fear doesn’t drastically change the emotion elicited, or the reaction invoked. Take Jeremy for instance. He is one of those wanting to know, why I don’t care about going out tonigh...
Letter to: Next-Door Neighbor Mr. Bellamy Like any street in my town, your town, it is your town too I suppose, being that you pretend to live here. It is a nondescript place I suppose, a speck in the universe, and yet, it is my speck. I came here by accid...
Second Row “Just down there.” “Thank You.” I try and get out here at least once a year just to see how things are going. I used to come more often, but Morris has not aged historically well. I should explain. He died nine years ago today, October 31st. At first, I found his reluctance to accept the fact that he was dead, as his way of apologizing, for leaving me. I attempted to relieve his anxiety by explaining I was doing just fine, and he needn’t worry. I thought he accepted my explanation, but I’ve come t...
Submitted to Contest #64
Gothic Manner “Oh, you said manor, I thought you meant manner. I got the Gothic; the manor threw me. So you’d like to buy a Gothic manor?” “Is that a problem? You know, I’m not exactly sure what he meant by manor. He won a lot of money and turned into a jerk. He used to be an OK guy, but since he got more money than God, he’s changed. Well you know George, don’t you? It all started when we were arguing about wasting money on lottery tickets. I told him the chance of winning was millions to one.&nbs...
God’s School 1800 words “You ready?” “Be right there.” I spent the day getting ready to leave one life behind, and move on to another life ahead. I know there is no choice. My grandmother is too ill to look after us. She can hardly take care of herself. I have no other relatives and I’m not old ...
Out of the Frying Pan “Give me your hand.” “Fire!” the words slipping from my dream, leaving one eternity for another. I don’t know what I was thinking, perhaps I wasn’t. Sometimes we do things with no concern for our own safety. Most often though, we recognize the danger involved in an act, and take a few minutes to weigh the consequences. It is that time, that few seconds, minutes, hours, sometimes days, even weeks, that we place our internal debate, where anyone walking down the street, can see it. They can see...
Mother Mary 2200 words Janet spent the week revisiting a past she could barely remember, filling in the blanks with the knowledge gained from being wrong. Her decisions were not made without trepidation, the knowledge that choices had consequences. She debated the intricacies of right and wrong, and the repercussions of becoming paralyzed by indecision. It was a fear her father taught, that was insidious. It crept into your being, slow...
Ghost of Walton Manner 2000 Words “Why are we here?” “I told you I have to go to London on business. Your father you know, is on the U.S.S. Pentecost. So I’ve decided that you will stay here at Walton Manner. You know Ms. Dementia. She was that friend of your Aunt Jaundice.” “Not the woman with the green hair, and those eyes that looked like they are going to fall out.” “Now, let’s be nice. She, I give you, is a bit eccentric, but she is very accomplished. She has turne...
Submitted to Contest #63
Joe Swanson 1056 Words Eugene Or. 97401 joebswanson@hotmail.com Apple-Gate Apple-gate “You ever see that movie about...
Fires Inn; The Mind “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Do you think that is a strange way to answer a question I proposed to my class about life?” “I guess if I had to be truthful, and I always am, as lies as you know, are nothing more than an attempt to win an argument with yourself. I’d say it was a pertinent question, and promotes a revealing answer.” &nb...
Submitted to Contest #62
When, If Not Now “What are you doing?” Always a question that is something someone asks, when they don’t quite know how or what to say. It is more a matter of acceptance, as much as it is a search for an explanation. Seeing is believing, but is it. Blowing into a plastic bag, placing a twisty around its gathered top, creating a misshaped balloon. Droplets of moisture sliding down the plastics interior as the bag is held to the light of the window, the trapped air remaining subservient to gravity. “I asked you if...
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