Child turns over and dreams...
...blasted landscape; flashes of red and green and black peppered with screams.....
...flashes of fear on the faces around her as they are back lit by a flickering crimson.....
...the screams, less with every passing moment, wash over her...
She shudders as she turns over in her coffin...
...and dreams.

Oh screaming child in 18A,
how I wish to blow you away,
then I would laugh and joke and play,
and scream like you did that day,
all the time to Atlanta from SA,
Oh screaming child in 18A!

She stands upon the swollen rocks and tears fill her eyes as she stares out at the jade expanse.



For this is her last time she will wait at the rocks, wondering if her Jimmy would return to her once more, to fill their home with love and laughter.



It was his mistress -- that cold, unforgiving green bitch, that took her Jimmy away; to the bottom of the sea where he will feel naught but the cold embrace of seaweed till the end of time.



She unties the red ribbon… Continue

He stared out over the disease riddled, bloated corpse that was the city of Stankwin.



He knew that only he, masked as he was and subject to no laws but that of true justice, would be able to pull Stankwin from the midden and to make it respectable once more.



In his hands, criminals would cower as he crushed their windpipes and ended their miserable, filth-ridden lives; but not until they gave him names of others in their fraternal organization of which he would deal… Continue

"He's sat with Mr. Sanchez every day for a week talking to him, just talking to him" one nurse told the other as she motioned toward the man sitting at the bedside of the aforementioned Mr. Sanchez.



"I didn't think he had any family. Do you think he knows that we are pulling the plug today?" the second nurse asks.



"He should, it says so right on the door as you walk in. You can't help but notice it."



The man suddenly stood, bowed to Mr. Sanchez and left the… Continue

Life is a river -- from down to upstream it encompasses all that we know or ever will know; moving sometimes slowly and sometimes swiftly along its banks.



And it would be nice to run along its banks and scoop up the moment where you met your first love or the moment you felt greatest joy.



But also while you scooped up that moment you had to scoop up others for its liquid is intermixed; the day your father hit you or the day when you realized that all things… Continue

As the man walked along the sidewalk, he picks up a silver pinwheel left behind by a child. For a moment, just that moment, he breaks free of the burdens of society and pierces out to the universe beyond. Its dimensions are from the silver edge of that pinwheel to infinity. All is possible again as he runs down the block; the silver pinwheel whirls twirls as he takes him laughing into the dark yet joyous black. He blinks and he is holding that pinwheel with a death-like grip; it is wet though… Continue

Two men met at a crossroads. "I have just come from heartache and sorrow, depression and woe; I know nothing else" one said. "I have just come from glad tidings and laughter, pleasures and joyfulness; I know nothing else" said the other. Both said "one without the other is the same as light without dark; night without day". They stepped past one another and followed each others path. Each hoped that they would find what they were missing.

The other mounted and rode away. Wilhelm said nothing and looked out across the white shores. He spit. “I sure do hate brownies; nothing but trouble, they are. We should have killed them eons ago.” With that, Wilhelm mounted his human and rode away.