I’m taking the GRE on the 28th of May so I’m going to spend the next 2 weeks studying and NOT writing. So wish me luck and have fun not reading my blog I guess. I’m trying to get into grad school cause I’m bored and want to change things up.
You can still tweet me up if you’re bored.
I’m not even sure if these qualify as short stories. They’re probably more like long poems or even longer haiku. (I don’t know that much about poems, so sue me.) Let me know what you think.
His dirty overalls besmirched with dirt.
His nose is full.
The finger becomes the jackhammer.
The mouth the landfill.
He lounges in his lazy boy.
She sits in her seat.
An argument erupts and verbal altercations fly.
They have make up sex.
He spanks her ass during, and she likes it.
Timing is everything.
Willem Dafoe smiles.
Somewhere an earthquake happens.
The eggs wait patiently.
So do the potatoes.
So do the toast.
A fork comes down and hacks off some of the eggs.
“I told you he likes eating his eggs first.” Said the toast.
The Fireman and his firetruck show up on scene.
A family is very frightened.
The Fireman surveys the fire.
It smells of delicious destruction.
“False alarm!” The Fireman yells.
The relieved family goes back to their BBQ.
The hot dogs with their cell phone, thought that would save them from an untimely death.