Euphoria is fleeting.
Reality is taking it's place.
Realization of what's happening is setting in.
Trying to ascertain what's up and what's down and what's black and what's white when everything blurs together.
Coping seems near impossible.
Living without seems like an insurmountable obstacle.
Added by Rachel Winter on March 31, 2009 at 11:46pm —
I was fed lies on a silver platter, but they tasted good so I ate them up.
Soon that silver platter lost it's sheen and those lies were revealed to be poison.
I kept eating though, because I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to believe it wasn't what I wanted.
I had to set down my fork and knife and shove myself away from the table.
The betrayal stays with me, I am unable to digest it.
Added by Rachel Winter on March 31, 2009 at 11:30pm —
The 6S Loophole
by Fred Meyer
While using the six
ty minutes of weekly Internet access the state penitentiary allowed him, through a message board he couldn’t recall, Charles happened upon the Six Sentences website. After reading just three Sixes, being a dabbler in creative writing himself, he became enamored with the form, simplicity, beauty, and power of the Six. Within the confines of the cold concrete, having a… Continue
Added by Fred Meyer on March 31, 2009 at 10:30pm —
stroking the genius melting in your mouth
the eyes of bees designing the spectral patterns
virgins flickering in windows of passing ships
wenches puckering lemon flavored gloss
centaurs diving down pulling gold from the chest
licking clean muddy grass from their hooves
Added by Suzanne on March 31, 2009 at 9:27pm —
She was ushered into the interview room and took at seat facing a panel of seriously suited men and women who were there to judge whether she was suitable for the job she longed to have. The session started quite well, with the usual questions about what you see yourself doing in five and then ten years, and what was the most challenging task you ever had to undertake, questions she had prepared and rehearsed in advance, but just as the nervousness left her voice and her shoulders untensed, she… Continue
Added by Toby Tucker Hecht on March 31, 2009 at 9:00pm —
There weren’t no San-dy Claus at my house - Momma wouldn’t hear of it as we were of the Hebrew persuasion, the Chosen People, you see.
Now, heaven help the man who doesn’t bow to a Semite woman from the tribe of Esther. No sir, death is never an option with them because it would put a premature end to the suffering. Skilled in the art of prolonged torment, passed on by generations of Princesses back to the days of Moses and his… Continue
Added by Michael Solender on March 31, 2009 at 7:30pm —
I'm lying there on the paper sheet that is spread across the massage table, gritting my teeth. The tattoo machine buzzes maniacally as he dips the needles into the ink cup and tells a joke. He mixes the greens and the whites and they combine to make a minty shade; my arm is beautiful. Earlier that week a woman asked me if I could even get a boyfriend, because I have so many tattoos. Stigma and prejudice still reign. They hurt more than the needles.
Added by miss. chief on March 31, 2009 at 6:45pm —
When I was a kid I didn't have the luxury of the internet so I had to get off using the bra and panty section of the J.C. Penny catalog. I would have killed for a Victoria's Secret but this was the early eighties. The J.C Penny Catalog always had the token black woman. I came from a town so small, the only black people in my world were The Jefferson's and The Jackson 5. The Asian woman, I wondered if her pussy really went sideways like Eric Alvarez said it did. Eric had actually got to third… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on March 31, 2009 at 6:36pm —
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
by Fred Meyer
“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die” was his motto, and he lived every last word of it to the extreme.
He ate and ate and ate, and then ate some more (not realizing that he would get diabetes at age 34, lose his feet and eyesight at 35, and die an excruciatingly painful death at 36).
He drank and drank and drank, and then drank some more (despite… Continue
Added by Fred Meyer on March 31, 2009 at 6:00pm —
Acid like anxiety ate away at Tina's resolve as she looked down at her tiny four day old son sleeping peacefully in his crib, in her heart she knew that she could never be a good mother while on the run.
She carefully deposited Jem in the slot without waking him. The hue and outcry from the community when the hospital announced it was establishing a drop-off point or safe haven for abandoned babies was loud, at the time Tina thought it was inhumane but now she was thankful for a… Continue
Added by Kim on March 31, 2009 at 5:30pm —
He woke to see her leaning against the upholstered headboard, staring down into his face; from his vantage point it was like being in the valley of the boobs -- not an unpleasant place. He clawed his way up from the Espionage Dream where he’d been running across a rain blasted, cobbled street in some German city pre-World War II. “We should be married,” she said. Dream webs and the stun of reality threatened to strike him dumb. “I…I need to go to the bathroom.” “I knew you’d get upset,” she… Continue
Added by Ellen Reilly McCormick on March 31, 2009 at 3:44pm —
He didn’t see it coming, or if he did, it was insignificant. He was busy looking at the big picture, listening to the national news, and tasting different cabernets so his opinion would be respected. He sniffed out needy women for their admiration. He powered his boat focused on his destination, ignoring the treachery of the slippery sea beneath him. He didn’t see it until the woman who slept in his bed and made his dinner left him with an empty tube of toothpaste, a drawer full of clean… Continue
Added by Rayne Debski on March 31, 2009 at 11:40am —
Am dead, but who's complaining?
I have been promoted, but who cares?
I've been a good boy all year but then, Santa doesn't exist and even so, my ghetto residence has no ceiling, forget a chimney.
Between the devil and the sum of some friends, what's my choice?
The deep blue sea.
Added by felixmind on March 31, 2009 at 11:00am —
If you head over to a A TWIST OF NOIR you can find my story THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN, as well as a couple of others.
Added by Paul D Brazill on March 31, 2009 at 10:20am —
"Vhat ve need," the Reich-Marshall cried out in exhaltation, "is snazzier uniforms und better music - zhen ve vill be TRIUMPHANT!!" To punctuate his outrageous statement, Von Schtupid lept from behind his desk and clicked his jackbooted heels together before landing an awkward pas de deux in front of the Leftenants.
They glanced nervously at each other and the ancient crystal Goblet on herr Von Schtupid's desk.
"Your drinking vessel - it is an antiquity,… Continue
Added by Trevor Mcpherson on March 31, 2009 at 8:30am —
A Short History of the Economic Crisis in a Six of 6$ Limericks
by Fred Meyer
A country drenched in greed.
“More and more!” is what I need.
Three new cars. Huge house.
The pet spa for my mouse!
Where will all of this lead?
Capitalism not mixed with morals.
Produces Italian-suited criminals.
They cheat. Grab all they can.
And work on their tan.
Added by Fred Meyer on March 31, 2009 at 7:30am —
Most excitements offered in life are short-lived, outweighed perhaps by subsequent disappointments when they expire, but these too dissipate and in time are forgotten.
In 1952, we lived on 48th Street in Union City, New Jersey, in a neighborhood once primarily German and Italian, but with a growing Hispanic population that exploded exponentially a few years later when Fidel Castro’s Communist take-over of Cuba signaled a mass exodus of his Cuban enemies, mostly in non-sea-worthy… Continue
Added by Salvatore Buttaci on March 31, 2009 at 6:30am —
Wow was the head cat, but she didn't throw her weight around a whole lot, even letting the squirrels chase her, though she took no guff from fellow cats.
Golly was the second cat, and he was cool, kind of scaredy, but he was cool.
Bebe was the third cat, and her legs were short, and she had an attitude, but it didn't get her anywhere.
Forest was the ferret, and he only wanted to have a good time. One day Bebe strutted up and smacked him one, just because he was… Continue
Added by Kathleen Gabriel on March 31, 2009 at 1:00am —
Shakespeare was wrong - shooting the messenger was alright with Donny Agostino, legendary underworld figure, and now, as he had just heard, Number One With A Bullet (if you will excuse the pun) on the FBI's Most Wanted list. He had been involved in a messy, and eventually bloody, hunt for the rapist and killer of his daughter, Alison. In the end, he had killed the investigator he had worked with because, as he knew from personal experience, that leaving loose ends would always come back to bite… Continue
Added by Daniel on March 30, 2009 at 11:30pm —
The following presentation is a public disservice message brought to you by the Concerned Humans for the Undermining of a Morally Perfect Society (CHUMPS for short).
If you wish to learn more about CHUMPS goals and community activities, don't bother. To be utterly frank, we just threw together a bunch words that sounded cool and they have no deep meaning or significance whatsoever. Furthermore, we are not associated with Freemasonry, Scientology, or the selling of bootleg Girl… Continue
Added by Trevor Mcpherson on March 30, 2009 at 11:14pm —