Invisibly Clear

Invisibly Clear

The idea is to not become totally invisible when exposed to light, however, the problem of over-exposure still remains despite whatever warnings and labels the producer of the thing wants to make you believe and/or feel and/or accept as the truth of the matter and the product. The thing that really irks the consumer of such, falsely albeit wholly truthful item is that, there’s no way to receive one’s money in return for turning invisible. Read more

Disappearance

Disappearance

 

What happens when the sun sets? Does the sky fade into a black, sparse, velvety covering, speckled in the dust of faraway stars, suns? Our star has a name, and somehow it feels inadequate, small, hapless. It is, nevertheless, the same star around which both planet Earth and my home planet orbit. Read more

Closeted

Closeted


She locked herself in there after the cat ran up onto the couch, pounced on her and scratched her face. She had never met or even seen a cat before, and the person with whom she currently resides had not informed her of such a creature residing within the house. Hence, the closet, now. She can hear the cat scratch at the door and jumps with a simultaneous outburst of breath. How does the cat know she is in there? she murmurs silently to herself.  Read more

Watching

Watching

You never meant to find yourself at this place, standing tall above a prostrate person as he sleeps, peacefully, blissfully unaware of the future that waits to strike him down, relieve him of his life. You can’t help but wonder what will happen to him, really, after you blow this bullet through his head. Nothing with regards to the physical toil and toll, obviously, but metaphysically, you wonder; what happens next? How does the final exit unfold? Where does “he” end up? Read more

Writing Date VI

Writing Date VI

 

There were stipulations, outlined guidelines, specific instructions, adept lists that he had made, the way that he had always made them, and still nothing had been completed or undertaken in exactly the way that he had been ensured with deep, sincere promises. Few, he knew, would or even could accomplish such an endeavor, so the fact of the matter remains, he had not been surprised by the overwhelming failure of the group.  Read more

The Noise in the Silence

The Noise in the Silence

 

She had heard rumors, the gossip, the gut-wrenching whispers about how people never trust her. Rumors about her own self always seem to pierce deeper than other types, for obvious reasons. No matter, the fact that people saw her as a bitch had not been the surprise, instead, the labeling of weak was what had taken her aback.  Read more

Writing Date V

Writing Date V

“Bodies are, after all, mostly water,” he mansplains at the unwitting listener seated across from him. A stranger, she looks blankly at him, off put, embarrassed, not for herself, obviously. He continues; capping off the last portion of stated humiliation, he winks, “And I gotta say, with a body like yours, it’s hard not to want to go for a swim.” “Water you say?” she responds in flirtatious jest; “Here’s some water for ya.” She stands and dumps the cup of water in her hand in his face. “Enjoy your swim, asshole.” Read more