What can YOU say in six sentences?
It came quick from the woods, hugging the north county road, a shifting man-shape of shiny black, like plastic garbage bag, not loping or bounding but racing up to the passenger window as their pickup flashed by. Cade didn’t see it. He was reaching low under the seat, his eye off the road, grasping about for the rolling Jim Beam as he weaved the truck in cool jerks and hot curses, the radio blaring old Charlie Parker.…
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When my new girlfriend moved into my apartment, I thought about asking my landlord to change the address to #1 Sex Place or at least my apartment number to 69; I tell you, I’d rush from work, be halfway out of my pants before I said, “Mizuki… I hope you’re where I think you are.”
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When I first come to America, my uncle Vas tell me advice. “Trust no one,” he say with clown face. Then he say, “except favorite uncle of course,” and he smirk and smack my face like playful family. He doan fool me. I know what he do.
I work club eight month. Learn business, how to do meny tings. I watch and listen close. I hear…
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And the wind said she looked beautiful in the afternoon light and she was happy. She craned her neck to the wide-open arms of the accepting sky. The wind’s soothing music led her on with a smooth, “may I have this dance?” and she stirred, gracefully swaying and bowing to its cool rhythms. The earth floor lay darkly lush and fragrant. The wind lightly tickled the fertile soil. Below, her good mother moved, nudged her…
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The cops give me trouble with license. Vlad want a war. I tell him I take care of it. In America, you sit down first, have them drinks, see girls. Then you grease the palm. My girls give hand too.
Sonya say the new girl not work out. She not understand the language. There plenty of girls anyway. Plenty Americans. This is land of…
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My brother Vlad want to be big shot now. This after I give him job so he doan end up on street. Now he tink he can run my place. He watch too many movies. He tink he Pacino. He forget; I see Scarface too.
Added by Paul de Denus on April 2, 2012 at 7:00pm — 5 Comments
Sonya tell me some girls not heppy. She say Remma tink the cowgirl outfit silly. She doan know Americans. But she will learn. Girl in leather chap and cowboy het a real turn-on. Like John Wayne.
Added by Paul de Denus on April 1, 2012 at 5:30pm — 5 Comments
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