Clarence
Clarence isn’t known to possess a whole lot of patience.
271 pieces, newest first.
Clarence isn’t known to possess a whole lot of patience.
Regulars don't order. Regulars are expected.
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
Don't be childish, little bright thing. I can make this so much worse.
I check the Fire Finder. Bearings don't lie.
The handwriting was not hers.
There's always a jar you shake too hard with people like you.
The bride and groom won't be needing it.
The good kind of quick, if there's a good kind.
The grain of the wood traced the scar exactly.
I choose them both.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can't.
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
The back door sticks on humid mornings.
I log none of this. That is new.
She opened her mouth.
The dog is frozen against the fence post.
The city had forgotten what it was supposed to look like.
Fouad's hands were flat on the counter.
The ping came in the third hour of daywatch.
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
A thousand years. Still going.
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
The steam wand hisses.
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
I can make it ring.
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
The box says forty-two pieces. I've counted three times
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
"Why are you late?"
'Tonight will be perfect', she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table's centre.
Lucy trembled...
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.
She's a smoke show.
So, who the fiddler's flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Eddie's fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn't keep from smiling.
"I'd love to, babe, but my phone's just about out of juice!
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Let's get the moral of the story up front, shall we?
I can't find the time to write.
Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
Water dripped from high above.
"But what if I hold it like this?
"Sky Captain," said Willem.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Benny walked into my cubicle and his smile vanished.
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
Something green.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
"I know what you did," said the voice and hung up.
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in impossibility.
That's how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother's rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.
Elvis had left the building.
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let's take a look at the carnage, shall we?
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
So much blood.
My dreams always started the same way.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip.
So, I've been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board.
I'll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad's old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
"Oh, thank you, Spiderman!
She asked me two times
"Alfred!
So, yeah, it all started when Mikey dared me to put my tongue on the cold post outside the mall entrance.
Bob cruises with stealth
The way I figure it, Tiny, is that if we take that piece of bacon you pinched from the giant's plate and toss drag it over to the fuzzy floor, the dog will sniff it out.
"Pansy, did you see what that meathead did?
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.
winter sucks
Dez hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
Janine's leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
It's late at night and we lie in bed
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
"Eyes up, soldier," she said and I did.
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
*Respawn*.
You don't have to shovel rain.
arms wide and eyes closed
"You wax the flyer?
"But we have to keep warm," Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
My name is Gracie and I am the Sentinel.
We're twins, you and I.
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
"Happy New Year!
Okay, Nicholas.
Special ornament
I'm not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all eagerly awaiting the feast.
"Blinky, put that wrench down and get over here.
thin glaze on puddles
Young Mary laced my bodice tight and helped me into my skirts.
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
"A strange thing happened on the way to the bus stop," I said, taking a plate from the rack and wiping it.
Racing down the mountain side
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
"What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
Her icy stare made me shiver
!
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
Haley saw Ben across the parking lot and ran as fast as she could, tears streaking down her face.
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn't argue even if we didn't use headlights.
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests.
"Wake up, you idiot.
Heaven didn't want the maiming boy
"Why don't you try poking out your eyes?
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck's leaf litter blanket.
It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air.
I hate waiting at the bus stop.
warm oil on your back
Raised by the pack, we didn't know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
Driving late at night
"You can do this," he said with an intensity that made me smile.
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
All eyes were either on Scott's hands or Dez's outfit.
**V**anquishing the mighty hero **I**nciting mayhem and chaos **L**egions of ...
David's hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me?
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
"I would give you the moon, babe.
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
Dawn's dim light glows in the porch windows.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
The Cessna's wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
I probably shouldn't have been drinking last night.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I'm really quite worried about your health.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Dwaithelord --- an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
Peter wanted a smoke.
a haiku poem
'How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
It's never been easy working in the same place where Mom died.
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter's bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
"Goddam it," Rita O'Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
"I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask," said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
There once was an alien named Xanarax
I smelled the human long before I laid my seventeen eyes on him.
Billy hated being an alien.
spinning flying orb
Billy: Ya rascally varmit, git back here!
Amen.
The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman's knot.
I opened my eyes and could not see.
Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train.
"Oh dear, oh dear!
You see, Sheriff.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Prickly pointy spikes
I should like to be a horse
Doug is dressed in his party best
"So, I know something you don't know.
Matted-hair and rotted teeth
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
Captain Hook, he climbed the deck
Caveat Emptor.
"Hold the elevator, please," said Trudy.
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
My hand's all numbers so what the heck?
"What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I woke up dreaming of gold, which was weird, because I normally crave coffee.
"Is this Douglas Langille?
Eric thought his day would never end.
The Allfather's daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
*We're not made for this damp shit and neither is our tech*, thought Gil.
*If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.
Hugh pressed the 'check mail' button again and the little closed envelop popped up, taunting him with its secrets.
School wasn't working for me.
Everything was going according to plan.
Archie winced and swallowed.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
I should have trusted my instincts.
"Damn," Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
"Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?
Sour pickles that make me pucker
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Walking by my daughter's room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.
She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion.
Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp.
Missy's moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers.
The life of a super-villainess was burdensome to Amy and when her fembot henchman, Stacey, suggested a vacation in her winter-lair on the Caribbean, she jumped at the opportunity and hopped on her jet.
I watched the sun set and the moon rise
What lies beneath the painted mask?
I didn't kill him.
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
"You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.
There was only one bus in town and I missed the last run, its taillights taunting me with the faint spray from the wet wheels.
!
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow's feet starting to creep into his face.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
thunderous dark skies
The blade of the shovel rang loudly as it hit rock again.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Grace raced to the emergency pull station on the other side of the room.
I wandered through the county fair
Martha woke from her terrible dream with the chills.
Murderer! Murderer! I thought I would ne'er hear that word.
Herb was delusional.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
Evie had a problem.
"Where's my son?
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
Josie screamed in her helmet.
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her.
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent's old house.
"Hello.
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
Every day of the week he wears masks, trading one mask for another.
**JOHN'S RUN** John was in the zone.
"I have something to tell you", said Dana quietly, barely audible.
A sharp breeze stirred up the gutter dirt as Danny crossed the otherwise motionless street.
It was a dark and stormy night.
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