Mondays Finish the Story – Petroglyphs

Check out others here. “The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.” An event so precisely parsed even William could tell.  Our handicapped language is still working, but I still can’t effortlessly illustrate this devastating event of a feeling – a muted implosion of serotonin and adrenaline through capillaries that discharge blind aggression likeContinue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Petroglyphs”

FFfAW – I’m Melting!

It’s starting.  I can feel like heels sticking: no way for me to tap them home.  My stomach is empty, but I can feel it expanding.  I hate bloating.  Ugh, I can’t swallow.  I can’t even open my mouth.  My lips are sticking!  I can’t split them with my tongue.  I just keep pushing, andContinue reading “FFfAW – I’m Melting!”

Sunday Photo Fiction – Bridgette

Check out others here. Bridgette, you’ve done so well to get this far.  You’ve been driven down by so many people walking all over you.  I know you’ve cried rivers that could challenge the strongest levee- dam.  But you still look so pretty. Bridgette, I know you feel bipolar.  You’ve always felt so divided.  IContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – Bridgette”

Friday Fictioneers – Light at the End

Every time you feel that tenseness in your chest. Every time you feel that sudden dizziness. Every time you pass a semi. Every time you cross a bridge. Every time you take the stairs. Every time you take the elevator. Every time you look out the fifth floor window. It could break.  It could snap. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers – Light at the End”

The #1 Thing I Love About Fiction

Suspension of Disbelief. The concept that you can pick up a work of fiction (a book, movie, show, game, etc.) that YOU KNOW FOR A FACT is a lie, and yet you will your brain to believe it.  Media that is outright labeled ‘Fiction’, indicating to everyone that is false, made-up, dishonest, fraudulent- a lie,Continue reading “The #1 Thing I Love About Fiction”

Friday Fictioneers – Hand Shake

A hand outstretched, in hopes of partnership to rebuild the lost: from a dissed utopia to a dystopia.  Annexation of their civilization was just conservation.  No one can make it alone anymore.  Not him.  Not them.  But together, their survivability increased exponentially. But his hand shook. He was nervous.  No, he was thirsty.  He wasContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – Hand Shake”