There I was on top of Dead Man's Hill, the sled in my hands, looking down the steep incline which then ended off a steep, cliff-like, drop off.
“You can do it!” Jimmy, my best friend on the block, screamed at the bottom. He had been too chicken to slide down the hill, instead, stayed at the bottom, being a cheerleader.…Continue
Apparently the aliens or the whales or something is having fun messing with us.
I decided to turn to CNN for my Flight 370 news of choice as they, CNN, have decided there's nothing else happening in the news.
According to some experts, the pings heard the other week are not from the missing flight.
Where are they from if they are not “Human made”?
The experts couldn't answer that. I have some thoughts and screamed them at the TV in…Continue
Creep, creep, slowly we creep, wanderers in the desert, creeping along slowly as we try to find a place to sleep. Which way is up?
I continued onward, my last friend baking as a rotting corpse someplace past what once was Las Vegas, now just a memory of broken dreams and dust.
A thousands of us made our way through the Pass of Dreams, a place of no dreams, nothing to eat or drink for hundreds of miles in any direction. Really not a pass but a…
We are the monsters inside your head, looking for crumbs to devour. One by one we sneak through your mind, wondering and wondering what it shall bring.
Then the night comes, and you close your eyes and we reveal our hideous face to you, our fangs dripping with blood, venom and we bite you as you lay trying to dream of happy lands.
We hate those happy lands, with their bright colors and fun, we strike out at them, trying to kill them with our…Continue