He walked the quiet neighborhood looking for 32.
"32? 32? 25... I must be getting close," he thought out loud.
He found the house with no problems. The lights weren't even on. Don't they know it's the night before Halloween? It's mischief night. Time to have the real parties.
five years ago this night, Joey had watched his family burned alive in front of this house as he escaped unharmed by launching through the windshield of the car. He'd laid there on the road as he'd seen the car come out of the driveway at top speed and hit the side of his father's car. The impact had shattered the gas cap and let a spark into the fuel tank. They never had a chance.
He lit the tip of a cigarette and looked at the toilet paper as he began to drench it in gasoline. The soap even came off the windows as Joey covered it with gas.
In his haste, He forgot he had the cigarette lit.
He poured the last bit of it onto the welcome mat.
"Welcome home. Halloween parties are meant to stay in the house anyway. Just like you in this fire."
A small bit of ash fell from his cigarette and caught the mat on fire. His legs, covered in gas caught on fire as well.
He laughed hysterically as he walked away, still puffing on the dwindling cigarette that burned rapidly in the lapping flames that ate his body. As he sat down on the curb only his bones were left and thus the dead "Thinker" sat in front of the house, burned to death, that finally claimed the life it missed five years before with its own death.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Imagine Alaska, Part two: Introduction to Alaska
As she hit branches and brush and soft vein like weeds on her way into the ground, she thought about what a long fall this was and how her head was still stinging with the pain of the initial blow.
Finally she hit the ground and began to cry. She cried and cried and cried until a little impish creature ran up to her and begged her to be silent.
"Alaska," he said, "for heaven's sake, please stop your crying and be still. You may have little fear of the creatures that haunt these woods but I am only two feet tall and with my toe being the way it is, I can't run like you can."
His ears stuck out and pointed in opposite directions like pixie ears. His eyes were slanted but much too big for his fat little face. His rather large cheeks and buck teeth, however, made Alaska laugh as he quickly hushed her. He did not have whiskers but his mustache hung down to his belt and his pointy goatee resembled that of an actual goat with the exception of it too, hanging down to where he tucked it into his pants.
His dirty, brown cotton pants had holes all over them and he had no shoes or shirt. His belt was made from some kind of leather but as Alaska looked closer she decided she didn't even want to know what kind of animal leather it was.
As she stood up, she noticed that her clothes had changed as well. Her pants had turned into a loin cloth and wrap of wolf leather and she wore a shirt made of golden leaves sewn together. Near her on the ground was a spear with a button on the side that she decided not to engage lest it rendered the spear less effective.
"Purple toe?" said Alaska.
"Well I'm not Koonham, leader of the vicious cat monsters..." said Purple toe, "and honestly, do you see the color of my toe? What else would I be called."
"You're a little grumpy grumpster aren't you?" said Alaska.
Purple toe didn't reply but instead made a very moody face with his top lip pointed up and it reminded Alaska of the look her mother gave her father when he was being smart with her. While doing this, he slowly raised his hand and lowered his head and pointed in the direction they were going to go.
They walked through the Forrest and Alaska noticed that the sharp blades of fanned out bush leaves seemed to be larger than the ones she'd remembered in the world above. As she looked above her, she also noticed sky; not the same one as at home but a looming lit up sky with a chain of stars that always shone; even when the sun was high in the sky.
Like a long forgotten memory, Alaska felt like she new this place. More unusual, though, was that she felt like she'd been here for a long time.
After an hour of walking through some of the strangest vegetation she'd ever seen, that all looked over-sized, she saw the silo and a group of green men harvesting unusually large cabbage...
"Where are we?" said Alaska.
"Why your home, of course," said Purple Toe, "the place you were born and raised to be queen of; the place that you think of something and it becomes reality through the magic in this land. Welcome to Alaska, Alaska."
Finally she hit the ground and began to cry. She cried and cried and cried until a little impish creature ran up to her and begged her to be silent.
"Alaska," he said, "for heaven's sake, please stop your crying and be still. You may have little fear of the creatures that haunt these woods but I am only two feet tall and with my toe being the way it is, I can't run like you can."
His ears stuck out and pointed in opposite directions like pixie ears. His eyes were slanted but much too big for his fat little face. His rather large cheeks and buck teeth, however, made Alaska laugh as he quickly hushed her. He did not have whiskers but his mustache hung down to his belt and his pointy goatee resembled that of an actual goat with the exception of it too, hanging down to where he tucked it into his pants.
His dirty, brown cotton pants had holes all over them and he had no shoes or shirt. His belt was made from some kind of leather but as Alaska looked closer she decided she didn't even want to know what kind of animal leather it was.
As she stood up, she noticed that her clothes had changed as well. Her pants had turned into a loin cloth and wrap of wolf leather and she wore a shirt made of golden leaves sewn together. Near her on the ground was a spear with a button on the side that she decided not to engage lest it rendered the spear less effective.
"Purple toe?" said Alaska.
"Well I'm not Koonham, leader of the vicious cat monsters..." said Purple toe, "and honestly, do you see the color of my toe? What else would I be called."
"You're a little grumpy grumpster aren't you?" said Alaska.
Purple toe didn't reply but instead made a very moody face with his top lip pointed up and it reminded Alaska of the look her mother gave her father when he was being smart with her. While doing this, he slowly raised his hand and lowered his head and pointed in the direction they were going to go.
They walked through the Forrest and Alaska noticed that the sharp blades of fanned out bush leaves seemed to be larger than the ones she'd remembered in the world above. As she looked above her, she also noticed sky; not the same one as at home but a looming lit up sky with a chain of stars that always shone; even when the sun was high in the sky.
Like a long forgotten memory, Alaska felt like she new this place. More unusual, though, was that she felt like she'd been here for a long time.
After an hour of walking through some of the strangest vegetation she'd ever seen, that all looked over-sized, she saw the silo and a group of green men harvesting unusually large cabbage...
"Where are we?" said Alaska.
"Why your home, of course," said Purple Toe, "the place you were born and raised to be queen of; the place that you think of something and it becomes reality through the magic in this land. Welcome to Alaska, Alaska."
Imagine Alaska, Part 1: A silly little girl
She lounged on a lawn chair made for two and her vibrant curls were perfectly wild. Her tiny eyes read, with tiny hands, a magazine about wolves. Every few minutes she'd voice her love for these malevolent eyed killers by saying, "ooooo! Look at his cute little ears!" She was five years old. The world was a magnificent place to her. Her name, was Alaska.
"Alaska! Come in for dinner!"
Alaska dug her forked garden trough into the dirt and made tiny holes in the lawn. Her father sat on the porch watching her on the front lawn and every once and a while, quietly smiling to himself. This was an oddity because many fathers would be slightly disappointed in their daughters for making holes in their lawn deliberately but Alaska was a little girl who was her daddy's girl.
"Alaska!"
Her mother called a second time and this time she heard her mother say to her father, "Come on, now. Please help me get her in the house? I've cooked her favorite meal."
Alaska came running up to the door and sat down at the table. She looked out on the dinner table and saw brussel sprouts on the stalk and began to imagine them being harvested by tiny alien farmers. She saw their helmets and antennae sticking out from the helmets and pictured them at about 4 to 5 inches tall. On her alien planet, brussel sprouts were the equivalent of cabbages but to us, they looked much smaller. She saw a silo where they kept the giant cabbages like basketballs in the hoop-star machine at Dave&Busters.
She smiled and thought out loud, "daddy?"
"Yes hunnie?"
"Can we go to Dave&Busters again? That was fun and I like the..."
She went on incoherently about the various rides that she liked but to the untrained ear, it just sounded like the rantings of a very cute, but quick talking 6 year old.
"Alaska," said her mother, "Eat your brussel sprouts."
"I will mommy," She said. "Did you know that brussel sprouts are really alien cabbages? And they have silos to keep them in but the evil cat monsters that live there knock down the silos and eat the peaceful brussel cabbage people..."
The whole table laughed. First her mother, then her father and then Alaska. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea as to why they were laughing but she laughed anyway because they were.
Her mother turned to her and said, "Ok sweetheart, half an hour more to play outside and then it's straight to bed with you. You're a grumpy little firecracker when you don't get your sleep.
"Ok mommmy," she said.
She walked outside and ran to the bushes.
"Out of my way, purple toe, I need to see too!" Said Alaska.
She looked out on the grass and pretended to see three looming goblins walking towards her.
"If I can't find a good place to get a steak, I'm just going to go out and hunt it with my teeth," said Alaska, pretending to be the first goblin.
"I'm going to look for little girls in my grotto!" said Alaska as the second goblin.
"I smell a little girl in that bush!" said Alaska as the third goblin as she screamed, turned around and ran into a tree root that opened up as she fell downward...
"Alaska! Come in for dinner!"
Alaska dug her forked garden trough into the dirt and made tiny holes in the lawn. Her father sat on the porch watching her on the front lawn and every once and a while, quietly smiling to himself. This was an oddity because many fathers would be slightly disappointed in their daughters for making holes in their lawn deliberately but Alaska was a little girl who was her daddy's girl.
"Alaska!"
Her mother called a second time and this time she heard her mother say to her father, "Come on, now. Please help me get her in the house? I've cooked her favorite meal."
Alaska came running up to the door and sat down at the table. She looked out on the dinner table and saw brussel sprouts on the stalk and began to imagine them being harvested by tiny alien farmers. She saw their helmets and antennae sticking out from the helmets and pictured them at about 4 to 5 inches tall. On her alien planet, brussel sprouts were the equivalent of cabbages but to us, they looked much smaller. She saw a silo where they kept the giant cabbages like basketballs in the hoop-star machine at Dave&Busters.
She smiled and thought out loud, "daddy?"
"Yes hunnie?"
"Can we go to Dave&Busters again? That was fun and I like the..."
She went on incoherently about the various rides that she liked but to the untrained ear, it just sounded like the rantings of a very cute, but quick talking 6 year old.
"Alaska," said her mother, "Eat your brussel sprouts."
"I will mommy," She said. "Did you know that brussel sprouts are really alien cabbages? And they have silos to keep them in but the evil cat monsters that live there knock down the silos and eat the peaceful brussel cabbage people..."
The whole table laughed. First her mother, then her father and then Alaska. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea as to why they were laughing but she laughed anyway because they were.
Her mother turned to her and said, "Ok sweetheart, half an hour more to play outside and then it's straight to bed with you. You're a grumpy little firecracker when you don't get your sleep.
"Ok mommmy," she said.
She walked outside and ran to the bushes.
"Out of my way, purple toe, I need to see too!" Said Alaska.
She looked out on the grass and pretended to see three looming goblins walking towards her.
"If I can't find a good place to get a steak, I'm just going to go out and hunt it with my teeth," said Alaska, pretending to be the first goblin.
"I'm going to look for little girls in my grotto!" said Alaska as the second goblin.
"I smell a little girl in that bush!" said Alaska as the third goblin as she screamed, turned around and ran into a tree root that opened up as she fell downward...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Seeing Forever
The quiet of the ocean was deafening as duke sat on the silky sand.
He looked out onto the ocean and thought about the shores opposite this one that he'd sat on and had this same moment picturing this same shore.
On other beaches, however, the towers of tokyo rose behind him; the minarettes of Kathmandu enclosed him like great looming dragons of protection. He pictured the children of the streets of hong kong being recruited by shady teenagers who brought their futures into a world of organized crime.
At last thought, he remembered the Seine and the woman he'd left behind on the land locked city of paris. His book sat beside him and dug into the sand with these and all his memories. The day grew colder and a pain in his left arm brought the darkness. What a wild life we have for it all to dwindle so stupidly. He took one last swig of kaluha and slumped over into legend.
He looked out onto the ocean and thought about the shores opposite this one that he'd sat on and had this same moment picturing this same shore.
On other beaches, however, the towers of tokyo rose behind him; the minarettes of Kathmandu enclosed him like great looming dragons of protection. He pictured the children of the streets of hong kong being recruited by shady teenagers who brought their futures into a world of organized crime.
At last thought, he remembered the Seine and the woman he'd left behind on the land locked city of paris. His book sat beside him and dug into the sand with these and all his memories. The day grew colder and a pain in his left arm brought the darkness. What a wild life we have for it all to dwindle so stupidly. He took one last swig of kaluha and slumped over into legend.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
A quiet way to die
A silent hour exists from 3 to four in any small town. The deafening tone of a ringing fills the ears of any passerby as not even a pin can be heard for lack of people to drop it. Some call it the witching hour and others call it magic time. There's probably life going on somewhere. The bugs that never rest or some tumescent policeman sleeping in a car in the knowledge that his computer will beep if anyone speeds by and at this hour his odds on that not happening are good. So the world is asleep.
Those who are no good are are awake in their houses. Insomniacs, drug addicts and deranged, driveling derelicts, doomed to drone on about the daft, dark alleyways of devious criminals. It is in these minds that the shadows truly come.
The writer, with his pen, kills more people than the average murderer does in his life time. c'est la vie.
In his magnum opus, one such driveler realizes the number of men he's killed off in his fantasies and reality and fantasy begin to mesh like fusion in a reactor. His world begins to implode and become the things of his stories.
The shining, silver revolver sits on his desk like a bad cliché from film Noir.
At 3:35 AM, the witching hour, the gunshot makes a whisper and nobody knows.
Those who are no good are are awake in their houses. Insomniacs, drug addicts and deranged, driveling derelicts, doomed to drone on about the daft, dark alleyways of devious criminals. It is in these minds that the shadows truly come.
The writer, with his pen, kills more people than the average murderer does in his life time. c'est la vie.
In his magnum opus, one such driveler realizes the number of men he's killed off in his fantasies and reality and fantasy begin to mesh like fusion in a reactor. His world begins to implode and become the things of his stories.
The shining, silver revolver sits on his desk like a bad cliché from film Noir.
At 3:35 AM, the witching hour, the gunshot makes a whisper and nobody knows.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Dogmatic Retribution
He sat by the computer with the door open smoking a cigarette. His muscles ached because he hadn't eaten much in days. He just sat there and wrote down stories of deadly fires all day.
There are forces of fate that wander the earth with blood lust, and we don't even know they exist. This man was about to get the lesson that we are taught for the wrong thoughts and actions that attract dark evil.
"A warm fire brewed in the hearth and Julia went for the door.
This was no ordinary door, this was a cabin door from when they didn't make locks, only heavy wooden bars with metal on the ends.
Julia was an athletic girl but she still just barely lifted to let her boyfriend in."
In the back of his computer a tiny chip of a screw on a fan came off and made a noise, not unlike that of an airplane propeller. He didn't notice though, because he wrote his own death on the page with vigor and joviality.
"'Hey babe, you smell something?'
'No jack, I been smoking cigarettes in the house, now come here and kiss me.'
Jack picked up the wooden bar and struggled to get it on the latch and went straight to work. What he didn't know was that the metal had heated up and the door was slowly melting away."
The fan snapped and flew into an electrical wire that made the screen start to flicker but not completely go out.
"As the metal turned molten and the door burst into flames, They began to notice there might be a problem. As Julia ran into the living room, she noticed the entire outside of the house was on flames, burning its way inside."
The conflagration caught the rubber on his shoes but he was so intensely into the story that he actually believed he was dreaming and feeling the scenario.
"All of a sudden, every window burst at once. Shards of glass peppered every inch of the cabin, ricocheting and pounding even the smallest of niches. Jack and Julia fell to the floor, unconscious."
As his skin started to melt he began to notice that he was on fire but it was too late as he walked to the shower, turned on the shower, and left a skeleton on the tile.
"Jack and Julia awoke being burned alive. They leaped out through a shattered window and escaped with their major lacerations, third degree burns and psychological issues. Their recovery seemed endless but they were healed and they lived.
THE END.
There are forces of fate that wander the earth with blood lust, and we don't even know they exist. This man was about to get the lesson that we are taught for the wrong thoughts and actions that attract dark evil.
"A warm fire brewed in the hearth and Julia went for the door.
This was no ordinary door, this was a cabin door from when they didn't make locks, only heavy wooden bars with metal on the ends.
Julia was an athletic girl but she still just barely lifted to let her boyfriend in."
In the back of his computer a tiny chip of a screw on a fan came off and made a noise, not unlike that of an airplane propeller. He didn't notice though, because he wrote his own death on the page with vigor and joviality.
"'Hey babe, you smell something?'
'No jack, I been smoking cigarettes in the house, now come here and kiss me.'
Jack picked up the wooden bar and struggled to get it on the latch and went straight to work. What he didn't know was that the metal had heated up and the door was slowly melting away."
The fan snapped and flew into an electrical wire that made the screen start to flicker but not completely go out.
"As the metal turned molten and the door burst into flames, They began to notice there might be a problem. As Julia ran into the living room, she noticed the entire outside of the house was on flames, burning its way inside."
The conflagration caught the rubber on his shoes but he was so intensely into the story that he actually believed he was dreaming and feeling the scenario.
"All of a sudden, every window burst at once. Shards of glass peppered every inch of the cabin, ricocheting and pounding even the smallest of niches. Jack and Julia fell to the floor, unconscious."
As his skin started to melt he began to notice that he was on fire but it was too late as he walked to the shower, turned on the shower, and left a skeleton on the tile.
"Jack and Julia awoke being burned alive. They leaped out through a shattered window and escaped with their major lacerations, third degree burns and psychological issues. Their recovery seemed endless but they were healed and they lived.
THE END.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Desert Daze
The Western wall was 5 miles away and I hadn't seen a bit of food in 4 days.
I ran away to this god forsaken sand jungle about a week ago when I realized I loved my best friend of 20 years and not my angry, decrepit troll of a wife who had dug her claws in during the 4 years of excruciating harmony.
The whole situation had caused me to drink heavily on an empty stomach, which I hear is bad in a desert but what would you have me do? Water has no kick and therefore isn't worth drinking when you're unhappy in the middle of the desert. Just in case though, I brought along a good half pound of "Train Wreck" to keep my stomach from doing flip flops.
As I walked on, I counted the seconds with the visible heat waves rising from the sand. As I got to the top of the next dune, the heat waves seemed to turn a darker color close to the horizon and I knew somebody else besides me was in this desert. I could never be sure, though, because this mission had been given to me by my publishers in San Fran, who had never seen a desert let alone breathed air this clean because, let's be honest, who wants to live in a fucking desert?
As I reached the form on the horizon, I tried to talk to him in a calm and collected voice.
"ayouthur!" I said.
"American?" He said.
"Yunothaweitotha... Wusternwall?" I said.
There was a hail of laughter as I realized that there were many of these little lemmings all around me.
I thought to myself, this is the middle of the desert, nobody will know if I'm gone...
"Defenyerself yuasshole!" I thought out loud.
Many strange stares gazed at me and terror began to take control. There's nothing like a gathering of melting fat midgets with peahs to scare a man straight.
"Peah... sis." I said.
"Peahs," the midget melty repeated.
"yuarabbi?" I said.
"I think so," he responded.
The wall rose up in front of me like the tooth of an astronomical dragon. As I realized where I was relief overcame me. That was also about the time that I realized the motivation keeping me conscious was also gone and then the world when blank.
I ran away to this god forsaken sand jungle about a week ago when I realized I loved my best friend of 20 years and not my angry, decrepit troll of a wife who had dug her claws in during the 4 years of excruciating harmony.
The whole situation had caused me to drink heavily on an empty stomach, which I hear is bad in a desert but what would you have me do? Water has no kick and therefore isn't worth drinking when you're unhappy in the middle of the desert. Just in case though, I brought along a good half pound of "Train Wreck" to keep my stomach from doing flip flops.
As I walked on, I counted the seconds with the visible heat waves rising from the sand. As I got to the top of the next dune, the heat waves seemed to turn a darker color close to the horizon and I knew somebody else besides me was in this desert. I could never be sure, though, because this mission had been given to me by my publishers in San Fran, who had never seen a desert let alone breathed air this clean because, let's be honest, who wants to live in a fucking desert?
As I reached the form on the horizon, I tried to talk to him in a calm and collected voice.
"ayouthur!" I said.
"American?" He said.
"Yunothaweitotha... Wusternwall?" I said.
There was a hail of laughter as I realized that there were many of these little lemmings all around me.
I thought to myself, this is the middle of the desert, nobody will know if I'm gone...
"Defenyerself yuasshole!" I thought out loud.
Many strange stares gazed at me and terror began to take control. There's nothing like a gathering of melting fat midgets with peahs to scare a man straight.
"Peah... sis." I said.
"Peahs," the midget melty repeated.
"yuarabbi?" I said.
"I think so," he responded.
The wall rose up in front of me like the tooth of an astronomical dragon. As I realized where I was relief overcame me. That was also about the time that I realized the motivation keeping me conscious was also gone and then the world when blank.
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