2008-07-16T18:55:36.988-07:00Scott makes a tally mark on his note pad.
2008-07-06T19:15:03.463-07:00High of eighty with no chance of rain. Beautiful. Everyone's been looking forward to this day. Sweat forms around my forehead; it's hot. July fourth. People are everywhere, waiting in anticipation. The sizzle, the pop, I burn myself. No time to complain, I'm working the grill at McDonald's.
2008-07-06T19:14:00.796-07:00With each key and every string the world disappears. Like a burning ember slowly fades in the coolness of a summer night. Glowing all the while, illuminating what was once covered in darkness. Just enough to sparkle in your eyes revealing the depths of your soul. Alive. Pure. Free.
2008-07-03T15:42:14.994-07:00This is not fiction, it's a question to you, the readers. I've got this backlog that I'm working on adding to the blog. I've been adding about 10 pieces at a time, but I just got a new submission.
2008-07-01T19:13:58.328-07:00Now that you've read some short-short fiction, how about some bad poetry? Come to my new site and submit a poem. Make it a really bad poem from your adolescent years. Submit any poetry to the same e-mail address, fifty word fiction, but make sure to indicate that you're submitting to Bad Poetry either in the subject line or at the beginning of the message.
2008-07-06T19:11:39.864-07:00Sand is grating under foot when the black water embraces me. Over my head
2008-07-06T19:12:51.732-07:00The coffee table's edge is my goal; so tantalizing, so unattainable. I
2008-07-03T16:04:25.026-07:00A fifty word fiction, “Now that’s a short story!” I told her. She agreed with a nod but little else; she was writing her own.
2008-07-03T16:02:57.673-07:00First wife called me a pack rat. I guess she
2008-07-03T16:01:23.458-07:00Stanislaus Komansky drove a Nova, perfectly tinted avocado with a rust spot near the bumper. He avoided inspecting the paint's imperfection just as he avoided the imperfection he perceived in the mirror. It had been seventeen years since he had seen his face. He wondered, "Any rust spots on me?"
2008-07-03T15:57:30.675-07:00After the peaceful years he came home singing,
2008-07-03T15:55:58.187-07:00From the top of Dharma Mountain you can see almost everything and hear almost nothing except birdsong. Here an old pine tree preaches wisdom and a wild bird cries out truth. The mountain always seems to ask me a question. Today's question: What is Zen? Zen is being present even in your absence.
2008-07-03T15:52:51.177-07:00We dine outdoors on a warm April evening, too tired
2008-07-03T15:51:13.654-07:00I thought I only had to cuddle. I assumed my only obligations would be to join tea parties with panda bear or keep monsters at bay while she softly dreamed. Now it seems, I was always meant for this higher purpose, to be the effigy of her inner child.
2008-07-03T15:49:24.675-07:00Three days to go and off to college,
2008-07-03T15:47:58.398-07:00Yesterday Dale waved me to his cubicle. “Steve,” he whispered, “I’ve been living a lie.”
2008-07-01T18:53:57.425-07:00It did not matter to her. She had left him on his birthday. He had been part of her for so long, but now she chose to leave him with strangers so that she could do the things she had done before. She was a prostitute, he was an orphan.
2008-07-01T18:51:47.252-07:00He didn’t understand why bicyclists wore such fancy shorts, but no helmet. Weirdos. What he wanted was to have his bike tire repaired. Was that so much to ask? He looked for a bike shop, (walking around half the day) but found nothing. Disappointed, he walked the slow road home.
2008-07-01T18:50:51.226-07:00He dug in with his back foot until it fell perfectly into place. The pitcher’s stare gave him an incredible rush as they locked eyes and prepared for the final confrontation. He knew immediately that it was over when the ball left the hurler’s hand.
2008-07-01T18:50:08.138-07:00A woman slit her wrist. Blood, a liquid, very red, trickled at first and then oozed as her skin gave way. Green nerve was invisible in the crimson bordello. Two minutes into death she heard somebody sobbing.
2008-07-01T18:47:30.814-07:00It took its toll; too far, glad my pre-arranged ride showed up early.
2008-07-01T18:46:53.593-07:00They will never be worth this.
2008-07-01T18:45:05.477-07:00They held hands. The sun was bright and strong it stung their eyes.The boy
2008-07-01T18:44:23.780-07:00If you’d asked Samuel, he’d say life’s too important to do anything like that. Samuel’s boring, so you’ll ask Lizzie instead. She'll take your hand and say, "Next week I’m gonna apply to be on a reality television show. Reality is the last place anybody will look for the living."
2008-07-01T18:43:17.056-07:00They ate lobster every day for a week, in every way, shape & form you could imagine. It's hard to believe that you could grow tired of lobster, and seafood in general, but it can happen. I don't even want to look at another lobster for at least another year.