Writings - Page 13

Dead Inside

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Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass. Spotting a flash of motion to her left, she sn...

Random

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“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place. She stomped out of the kitchen and met Rodney in the driveway, her nails biting...

Scrambled

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“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.

Xanarax

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There once was an alien named Xanarax Who wanted to play the tenor sax But the human didn’t care She wouldn’t even share. So he ate her brain and saved t...

Human Oddity

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I smelled the human long before I laid my seventeen eyes on him. All that fur and sweat! I greeted him as best as my translator-matrix would allow, but I thi...

Billy Doesn't Fit In

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Billy hated being an alien. His green skin didn’t match anything the other kids wore at school. His mother always had to cut holes in his trousers to accommo...

Alien Haiku

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spinning flying orb your lasers burned my house down take me up with you

Western Standoff

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Billy: Ya rascally varmit, git back here! Davey: Who’s gonna make me? Tommy: That’d be me. Billy: With what, yer lady’s ladel? Tommy: Better than yer rol...

The Bogeyman

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Daddy says it’s time to sleep, To go to bed with naught a peep. The clock winds down, the hour late. I know I have to face my fate.

Poor Kid

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The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman’s knot. You see, he tried to clean the table with a counterfeit full-house. Dru...

Late at Night

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I opened my eyes and could not see. Nothing but black in front of me. I lay supine upon this bed, Thinking I’d be better dead.

Jolene

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Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train. I saw him tumble from his mount. If the bullet didn’t kill him, surely the trampling ...