It all started about a month ago when Lucy decided that she would become the biggest scene queen at her high school. Netheregions High was a fairly pedestrian affair and Lucy couldn’t see any major obstacles to her rise to greatness. In order to complete this she had to rise half an hour early each [...]
Last night we walked a kilometre down the road to a Burger King that didn’t exist until we’d bought food at some little Turkish place. Halfway through my falafel dürüm I looked over Sheridan’s shoulder and saw it glinting in the cool, night air.
And hadn’t he completed the steps with dedication? Hadn’t he relayed the teachings with fervour? Wasn’t he the one who had written upon the walls the ways of the few for the education of the many? Wasn’t he the one who had calmed the strange beasts under the city with his vast and complete knowledge [...]
The car stopped, held fast to the road by the immense weight of their embrace. The guard rail had buckled and snapped when the car hit it. She was driving but it wasn’t her fault. No one in the world could have said that. Not even he’d dare bring it up. The windshield was a [...]
I like Google Wave. I like it a lot BUT I don’t have much to do on there because approximately zero (0) of my friends / co-workers respond to my fucking invites. Maybe it’s something to do with this.
Kill all of them and dump them in the swiftest river in the land even if it means you have to walk further than you would to dump them in the sea. Remember to keep a part from all of them, though. We can make a super-human monster from the parts as an example to [...]
As I alighted on the hold I switched off the compressed air thrusters and activated the magnets. Like a limpet mine I squatted near the airlock. *** They ran before me. They fell over each other in their efforts to escape. The effrontery of it all was what filled me full of murder. I swear [...]
Picking up dog poo Picking it up Picking up dog poo Down at the park Picking up dog poo Everyday Picking up dog poo This makes me happy I don’t own a dog But I own a thousand plastic bags And the goverment pays me To sing a little song about it As I do [...]
“Fiction, fiction, fiction.” Jenna thought. “What kind of bullshit can I invent about this weekend so Dad doesn’t find out I stayed up all night with Sam watching porn?” He wasn’t really paying attention to her, anyway – he’d probably not even notice if she told him. “I stayed up all night watching porn with [...]
Today’s [EDIT: not today anymore ):] Gun Show is well worth the one click it will take you to view it: Apparently I’ve blogged Gun Show before? Oh, well.