Posted in Scribbles on Oct 13th, 2006 No Comments »
I. In a time of war, three soldiers came upon a woman and her infant son. As they laughed and made a game of her, she begged them only to spare him. The child lay silent, even as she died, and they went on their way, boasting of their prowess. II. Years later, the war [...]
Posted in Scribbles on Oct 8th, 2006 1 Comment »
Women pimping for God. Ventriloquist whose dummy was his “Original Mind”. Pen test trying out the Pelikan 1935. We would all like an overarching theme to our lives, something we conceived in our cribs, and carried out nobly until we died. But the fact is, most our lives are accident after accident, some good, some [...]
Posted in Scribbles on Sep 22nd, 2006 No Comments »
On a foggy morning, he was walking along the beach with his dog. A wave broke at his feet, bringing to him an old bottle. He threw a ball into the surf, his dog bounding into the cold water after it. He held the bottle for a moment, and then slowly worked the cork from [...]
Posted in Scribbles on Sep 7th, 2004 No Comments »
Well, I’ll tell you, whoever did this is gonna pay. I looked up at him. I did this. I know. But all I’m saying is that someone is gonna pay. That doesn’t make any sense. Who am I gonna pay? Myself? He smiled. Don’t you worry is all I’m saying. An ambulance wailed in the [...]