The only type of person worth trusting is a liar. If a liar tells you that you can trust him/her, then you know that he/she is lying, thus, you can trust that the liar will lie. If a person claims to tell the truth, this is unreliable information, for this person could be lying and misleading you into believing that he/she tells the truth. Also, as an aside, what is the word for a person who speaks the truth? Read more
She always thought that being a child was overrated. Despite what others might say to her through the desperate need to matter, her youth will not fade anytime soon. If only they knew, she mumbles, as they grasp at this reality daunted by age and bound to time like a worthless servant, extant only to service a master that will grind them back to the ash from whence they came. Read more
“What do you mean the cat’s gone?”
“Ay, I. Uh, I don’t know. He’s just gone. I can’t find him anywhere.”
“What do you mean, anywhere?” Read more
Breaking it in is the best way, she knows, to really get to know a new sex toy. This time, the lucky toy is the Ultra Deep, silicon with ribbed glass boning, in a deep, deep, purple. The glass innards can easily slip out of the thing if playtime is less rough. For now, she’ll settle for getting a quick mouthfeel of the thing. Read more
“You’re late,” she jokes. He wipes his face with a smile and chuckles. “I’m kidding!” she attempts. “Oh, yea, you know. I know. I get it. And I’m not late,” he explains; “I told you between five fifteen and five thirty.” She looks down at her watch that reads five forty-five. “I know. I just thought I’d be cute,” she flirts. He motions for her to walk toward him, “Yea, you’re adorable.” Read more
The place embodies or brings to life the definition of boredom. He spots a small statue. Reaching up, he gently palms the tiny genitalia as the entire piece, testis and all, crack and gently land in his hand. “What in all hell?” some southern lady in an over-sized hat exclaims with as much dignity as possible. “I …” he stammers as he whispers barely-audible expletives. Read more
Every edge meets another edge where edges meet.
As if abandoned long ago, the building stands desolate through the dust and grime that settled, turned everything a dull gray.
The glass curvature of the entrance and foyer encapsulates each entrant like a fish in an aquarium. Read more
There was no way in hell he would’ve or could’ve known that trying to get his head through the small opening at the top of the boat would not work out as well as he had planned. He never even knew why he wanted so badly to try to fit his head through the hole, except that it (the hole) looked roughly the size of his head, and “To measure one’s self,” he always said, “against the measurable is what truly matters in life.” Read more
She wailed and moaned and kicked and screamed as her mother attempted to get her out of bed. “The sun shines too bright and too early!” the girl exclaims. “Yes, because it’s summer,” her mother extols. “But I hate summer,” she cries. “No one hates summer,” her mother informs. “Well, then I’m no one,” the girl challenges. “Fine, be nobody and no one. What do I care?” the mother insists as she closes the door to the girl’s room. Read more
The sun lowers over the hills as everyone and their families mourn the loss of the last child down the hill. There is no rhyme or reason to why the last child down must die, but that is what the town decided long before anyone living here today was born and able to be a part of the decision-making process. Read more