Way Off Target_Dirty Rich_Unlikely_The Aces
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Way Off Target
Contains swearing.Ice cubes clinked in glasses as toasts were raised to their late friend. There was still a lingering underlying odour of tobacco even though the smoking ban had been in place for over a decade; it had definitely been more than ten years since the upholstery and curtains had last been cleaned. Soft music mingled with hushed conversations, the murmur of other mourners rolled and peeked, occasional flurries of laughter from far corners floating up and evaporating into the ether as the drink loosened up memories and stories were recanted. Occasional, quiet sobs from the biggest t...
Dirty Rich
Let me tell you my story. This is my story and no one elzus. The room is dimly lit cuz I can’t afford electricity. But I know all that is about to change. Let me tell you how. Tiny Terry she help me write this. She said your life will change because you are coming into money. But she said that is getting ahead of the story. I hope you know what that means.I know this is not connected but I thought it funny that the Beatles would send all their love home by writing home everyday. I really like that song. I think you should know that about me. But Tiny Terry said that really don’t fit with the r...
Unlikely
Sarah and Tamara were a strange pair; no one knew how they got along, nor how they decided what to do togetherwww.onedoor.cc. They were living on two completely different wavelenths - they were like day and night. Sarah was nothing short of bubbly, enthusiastic, loud, and - well – rosey. Her wardrobe was to the taste of that compared to a five year old girl: pastel, cute and mostly pink. She referred to it as ‘kawaii’ or ‘e-girl’ style. Her appearance made to look purposefully innocent and soft, younger even, with blushing cheeks and doe-eyes sparkling. She loved anything fluffy in the range of animals, she...
The Aces
The red light flickered three times in the green room. The Red Aces, tonight's headliner, formed in a circle, arm in arm. They swayed left and right a few times, and Jonny, the lead singer, let out a low, bass-filled hum, then started singing. Two beats in, the rest of the band joined into their granddaddy's favorite Roger Miller tune. The one he sang to them after a cup too many of the shine."Trailer's for sale or rentRooms to let, 50 centsNo phone, no pool, no petsI ain't got no cigarettes,""Alright, boys, it's showtime," Rick, the band's bassist, belted out. The four cousins ran out of the ...