Huns“Hey babe.” He slipped into my sacred booth.Huns
Attila the Hun resurrected himself from my text book. His hulking form, brooding forehead, and sharp metal hands grew color, tangibility, and rage until, finally, with a frothy screech, he ripped that faux face right off.
I smiled. “How are you?”
He shrugged and put on his ‘I’m sorry this time, really,’ mask. “So, I heard you were heading out. . .”
“Yep, I took a job on the East coast.”
Attila wasn’t happy, a little on edge. He roared, his eyes wide, wild, and sta
World DominationWorld Domination sat on his park benchWorld Domination
with his back to the noise and smoke of the street. He narrowed his eyes and smirked as the pigeons squawked and fought for the favor of his magical seed-providing hand. The short-sighted man was a little deaf as well and his white, wild hair convinced me he really was mad. “Come, come, come,” he chanted. The small gray soldiers marched forward, red eyes blank and small brains empty. “Gather to me. Don’t be afraid. We’ll conquer this cruel world together.”
I'm a Time Druggy"I'm a Time Druggy"I'm a Time Druggy
I had a meeting with Time today at the railroad station. Her stained hoodie and her dreads
never make the kind of impression someone like her is entitled to. When I slid up , she was having fun making the trains off schedule. She’s that kind of girl. I asked her, as my supplier, how much more
I would have to give her for another ounce of that sweet, sweet potion that only she can brew me.
She grinned, with sharp white teeth, “Don’t you ask for no more cause you ain’t gonna get anymore than what I wants to give you.” She was terrif
while she was intoxicatedWhile she was intoxicatedwhile she was intoxicated
with a heavy shot of espresso that constricted her blood vessels and then pumped adrenaline through them in varied and regulated amounts, Daisy saw a song on a piece of paper surrounded by ink in black floods and arrows and words that made the man with thin hair look like some mathematical genius analyzing a pupil’s equation as he hunched and tunneled his vision focusing as one does a camera to achieve the ideal shot while simultaneously considering all aspects. Daisy was impressed and, thinking it was beautiful, &n
"I Really Am a Prose Writer"I really write prose but, I thought it’d be fun to see"I Really Am a Prose Writer"
What it felt like to be The brevity of wit And, while I was at it, Add a little soul.
I’m really a prose writer but, I find it obnoxious that Poet flows off the tongue so easily While prosist seems so
Awkward.
I’m really an artist in the form of prose-fiction but, I sometimes like to breakaway from the normal And embrace the surreal, the unreal,
The impossibly unpossible, and maybe, End up with something more real than I had
Imagined.
I really am
Imagine Peace
Five Years
Tired
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Arg! (I'm a pirate)
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“Oh, yes, that’s SEXY.”
“I beg your pardon?”
p.s. Could you tell me if WD is ever meeting again?
I hope you don't find this annoying, it's kind of fun to participate ^^ Details are in my journal [link]
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“Oh, yes, that’s SEXY.”
“I beg your pardon?”
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