"Everywhere you look, sex, sex, and more sex, and the whole thing makes me sick," he said while looking around the internet, ranting to the monitor.

"Even yesterday, as I was coming home from shopping, I saw a couple kissing and holding hands, another couple had their hands on their asses, thinking about that vile thing called sex, uhh."

"Maybe it's something interesting, I don't know, I've never done it, but I don't care to do it, since it's very boring, time and energy…

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The smug wiser-thans try to tell you that the bullies will grow up to be convenience store clerks and failures.  

Some, maybe, but others will be the jocks who date-rape your friends; the magistrates, prosecutors, legislators and judges who keep you down by law; the executives who downsize you and raid the company's pension fund so they can buy another boat; the bloggers and commenters who have to make their petulance known, for whom "I hope you get sodomized by a gorilla with…

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Pedalling hard up the hill Christine noticed that her shoelace had wrapped itself around the crank arm again, despite making sure the laces were tucked in tightly behind the tongue of her sneakers before jumping on the bike.



Pulling up along side a parked 16 wheel truck she worked the lace free.



Some days she felt elated when she rode her bike, the days when she caught all the green lights and she made good time riding across town to her day job as a librarian at a… Continue

He was as tall as me when he stood up straight, which he rarely did, only when he was told.

He had long blonde hair that fell in golden waves all the way down his back and he would often take a small clump and twirl it in his fingers, sometimes so intensely I thought he would tear it right out of his head.

When I got in close to take his vitals he looked away, using his mass of hair to cover his face, and when I had to make him move it back to take his temperature via the ear,…

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I'm sad today, but the world doesn't notice, it just keeps on moving around me.

I'm tired today, but there's no time to rest, things would keep going without me.

I'm lonely today, but I'm surrounded by people, but none of them are who I need.

I'm hopeful today, that tomorrow will be better, or at least that it won't be any worse.

I'm lost today, my head is in the clouds, and I wish that I could be anywhere else.

I'm sad today, hopefully someone will notice, because what… Continue

I want to write sentences that scream out from the page, blow your hair back, rattle your bones, and I want these sentences to be free of words in all caps, exclamation points, and italics, because that’s a cheat. 

I want to write sentences that weep, sentences whose very words stain the pages with tears or short out your computer screen, who leave the reader choked with emotions they weren’t even close to feeling, but will feel for days…

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Alexandra hated playing the piano, hated playing at recitals, hated her parents for making her.  Alexandra was a tiny, fragile-looking ten-year-old, a gifted piano prodigy, who felt very helpless and hopeless.  When not endlessly practicing the piano, as her parents mandated, she often daydreamed what she would do to her parents if she just had the power.  Her favorite vision was playing a piano with the keys made of her parents’ bones (the black keys being ones…

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