Buster_Big Tony and the wormhole epidemic_Unplanned Obsolescence_A Teddy Bear For Adults
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Buster
“I’m not really surprised that you murdered him.”Tess looked at me over the decapitated gummy bear, then shrugged.“It’s the traditional way to eat them. Here, come look at this spell I’ve found.”“Can I have a gummy bear?” I asked. Tess’s face scrunched with disgust.“Of course not. They’re my gummy bears. I saved them. What did you do with yours?”“I ate mine whole, the humane way,” I responded, but pulled the book closer to see. I whistled softly, a bit impressed but also not entirely. This had Tess written all over it.“You want to speak with the dead?” I asked.“Anyone who says they don’t want...
Big Tony and the wormhole epidemic
The three travelers trudged their way up the muddy hill. Leading the group was Big Tony, who, by all accounts, suited his namesake. Not only was he taller and wider than his travel companions, but he was also taller and wider than the other Tonys. The next on the journey would have formally answered to small Pete, but now, he was just the hooded, gagged and shackled thief. He was the one stupid enough to steal from the boss and the reason they were climbing up this stupid hill. Last, and arguably the least, was medium Felix. Medium Felix was indeed medium in every way except one. Medium Feli...
Unplanned Obsolescence
Screw-ups, breakthroughs, heavy downs, inspirational highs; the turmoil followed by the sweetest relief. That’s the process. Thereafter the wait, the crackling in the air, a callous foretaste; this time as with earlier times, another slow trundle back to the old drafting table; through pages of shame. Of waste. Sorry but not sorry. Sorry but it’s not right for us. It’s why I don’t bother anymore. Writing I mean. It’s why I don’t bother. I write instead for myself, for I am easily pleased. Or at least more easily pleased than everyone else appears to be. When you pass gas, you sniff perfunctori...
A Teddy Bear For Adults
***Warning: Contains explicit language, mentions suicide/self-harm and substance abuse***I really hate www.onedoor.ccmy job. I’m staring at the clock like a jailbird waiting for their cell to finally open, to taste the sweet nectar of freedom. It’s an odd sensation — a cocktail of relief and nauseating anxiety. Today’s the day I stick up for myself. Today’s the day I tell the dragon lady I refuse to work on my day off. She'll listen to me because I'll sound confident, stern, and oh my gosh, here she comes! My back straightens.In she walks with two technicians and an intern at her heels. She’s on her bluetoo...