Sweet 16 Slay
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Drug dealers and gangbangers, for sure. Like, pimps, porn stars and homeless people, totally. But, you’d come to expect that in San Fernando.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now though, there are swarms of them; mosquito sized, flying, fire breathing lizards. People barely leave their homes now, in fear of suffering from multiple bites from small, shark toothed mouthes, or burns suffered from the tiniest of flamethrowers. On the plus side, they eat most nuisance flying insects, so I guess they’re not all bad. Who am I kidding, they flew off with my dog For Pete’s sake! I’m terrified of them, even though they‘re tiny.
Mr. Liu, the ADHD guy
Me, Kevin, Chester, and Peter were sitting in the McDonald's across from our college. We had been waiting for Liu for 30 minutes.
Frankincense & Lavender
Cedric’s eyes became wide right as he popped a chip full of nacho goodness into his mouth. Crunching away, and trying not to talk with food in his mouth, he then took a rather large sip out of a tall can Sandy brought out and paused deliberately before placing it back on the coaster atop of the glass table.
Scarlet She smiled that wicked smile and laughed at the man juggling his guts screaming for help as he quickly bled to death. Her hair was long spread out on her shoulders, a dark blood red with a hint of black. She was tall, taller than most. She wore black skintight jeans that made her stick out in all the right places, and her jacket, an old 50's style tuxedo hoody with two tails, except new and vamped up to look gothic and sinister. Her beauty was unmatched. And her eyes were an emerald green, the kind one could get lost staring into.
one night with cancer
“I didn’t think you’d show up.” “Well I didn’t think you’d suggest co-parenting..” “Did you think we could do this together?”
She is Trying
Dear readers, this is the 4th installment of this series. If you are curious or confused, please read the pervious 3. Faith Penny took a hard gulp of Antique Weller from a square glass so full it could not accommodate ice. She winced at its harsh bite before settling into its smooth embrace. She had nowhere to be the next day. She had no tasks to fill her idleness. She was at peace, and that peace rankled at her.
Nobody asked me if I wanted to be dead. The universe didn’t host a game show where I got to pick what was behind door #1: an all-expense-paid vacation; door #2, a comfortable retirement; or door #3, DEAD. I was just walking down the street when, literally, a bolt out of the blue hit me square on the top of my head. In fact, it was a 10mm, case-hardened, steel bolt from a plane traveling at thirty thousand feet that worked itself free. Nice one Karma! Who knew, luck has a sense of humor.
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Dispatch from the Fourth Smokestack
I was the guy stuck in the smokestack. Not the front, or the second smokestack, nor even the inconspicuous third smokestack. But I got stuck in the fourth smokestack.
“Look! Footprints!” Asmodeus sauntered around the girl’s body, landing lightly on one foot, then the other. “Yeah, that’s great, Ash, now we should-“
That's Just My Baby Daddy: THE BOOK
Classes at Tesst were all done. It was the summer of 2005. As part of the program, I was required to work at a medical clinic unpaid for 30 days. Tesst called it an "externship". My clinic schedule was 8 am to 4 pm. I still wanted money so I worked at Popeye's on Weekends. I was exhausted. I was working six days a week. I was doing 8 hours a day for free Monday through Friday, then my best friend and I worked 15 to 18 hours on Saturday and was off on Sundays. I would come home and go to sleep. I couldn't even make it upstairs. I would come in and crash on the couch. I was always so tired. It was normal for me to work several hours without eating or drinking anything. This one particular Saturday, it was hot outside and hot inside too because of the hot grease and the hot lights on the chicken and biscuit oven. I was used to that because it wasn't my first summer working there. So, I'm in there working as usual when all of a sudden I start to feel weird. I sat down on the floor with my back against a cabinet and pulled my legs to my chest. I rested my head on my knees. Next thing I know, I'm at a table in the lobby surrounded by the whole staff. Everbody was looking at me. There was a large cup of water a piece of chicken in front me. Apparently, I had lost consciousness while I was sitting there. I drank some water and ate some of the chicken. I got back to work. I was on my period and I'm already anemic so I figured that was why I passed out. I had gone to the bathroom and noticed my period had stopped. My cycle has always been like clockwork. It lasted 7 days and always started the first week of every month. My period had never lasted only 3 days. Something, women's intuition perhaps, told me to take a pregnancy test. As soon as I got off work I went to Giant and got a test. I couldn't wait until I got home. I went straight to the restroom and peed on that stick. Tests today are almost instantaneous. Back then, they took up to 5 minutes. I slipped it back into it's wrapper and hid it in the baby changing station table. I walked around a bit to kill time. Five minutes is actually a long time. It felt like forever. I had set a timer in my phone. It dinged.