Pocketful of Monster_One day the sun rose in the west and set in the East_If the World was Ending_Th
Catalog Guide:
Pocketful of Monster
I bought the eggs because I wanted to make an omelette. Nothing odd about that. The usual stand at the farmers’ market, a box of a dozen eggs wwww.onedoor.ccent into my bike-basket with the rest of the groceries. I paid. I took them home. All perfectly normal actions.On opening the egg box, I was noticed one of the eggs was an odd greenish-blue. It was also slighter larger than the other eggs. I wondered if it was a duck egg or, better still, a double yolker. The moment I cracked it I was immediately proven wrong on both points.Into my mixing bowl fell a dark brown lump. I swore. The last thing I wanted to ...
One day the sun rose in the west and set in the East
It was a grueling day at work everything that could go sideways did. Blueprints I needed for a meeting did not come I called the carrier said maybe their driver misplaced them or delivered to the wrong office. I spilled coffee on my new laptop. Luckily I had a friend in the IT dept help dry it out. When the clock hit 5 o’clock, and all I wanted to do was to go home and watch television, make myself a cup of coffee, put a TV dinner in the oven, and just chill. Of course, the bus I was on got a flat tire I had to wait till the next bus came twenty minutes later, of course, it was standing roo...
If the World was Ending
If the world was ending, would I know? Would I feel that uneasy pitt in my stomach and that gut feeling something was wrong? Would the world be twisted upside down? If the world was ending would it be quick and painless, or would it be painfully slow? Would the world just stop spinning? If the world was ending would the sun rise in the west, would hurricanes and floods take over or would it act as if it were any other day? If the world was ending would there be a panic? Would I understand what was going on? Would I just lose consciousness or be dazzled? Would I feel any pain if I got hurt?...
The Gray and Me
The ominous, gray clouds roll over me as I lie upon the cold pavement of the hotel parking lot with a hand-rolled cigarette resting between my lips. As I exhaled smoke, I heard faint voices coming from the far end of the parking lot opposite of me; I could not see past the red Chevy that sat in the parking space next to the empty one I was lying in. Three people soon came into view; one female and the other two were male. She wore the traditional, white Doctor’s coat with a pink shirt underneath and black scrub pants. She had curly, red hair that fell to her shoulders like a thousand tiny wave...