Archive for 'creative writing'
Planet Zero
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under short story.
This is my personal account of the worst assignment I’ve ever had. If you take the time to read my official report you’ll find that they differ a bit. It was 0500 hours standard time when we approached Planet Zeronagisu (I call it Planet Zero). I had set my alarm for 0430, but had slept [...]
The Bathroom
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under short story.
Melissa rushed into the bathroom wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Mr. Sniffles sat up from the bed of toilet paper he’d made in the sink and stretched luxuriously. “Mr. Sniffles!” Melissa exclaimed. “Out! I’m late.” She picked up the cat and deposited him outside. Shutting the door firmly, Melissa quickly emptied the sink of toilet [...]
Evil Revisited
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under nick, short story.
Nick walked slowly into the office, eyes wide. His helmet was tucked under one arm and he seemed to have forgotten it was there. As usual, he wore black pants, his black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, and his silver cross. The only unusual thing about his appearance was the smudge of pink lipstick on [...]
The El
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under short story.
When Beth boarded the train that morning, not even she suspected that anything was wrong. She walked on with the morning rush and fought her way to a pole. All of the seats were already taken. The train lurched into motion and she looked at her watch: 8:17. She was three minutes early. It didn’t [...]
On My Own
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
I leave the light on For me. I clean, Do the laundry, the dishes, Take out the garbage. I call home. How long does it take To boil water? What temperature do you Wash towels at? I can use cat litter To get my car unstuck? I play music. I fill the house With sound. [...]
Winter is Laughing at You When
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
Thick layers of fresh snow Appear overnight, flopping Onto unsuspecting cars And freshly plowed roads. Road signs stand with blindfolds Of mischievous, slushy snow, Clinging and chuckling, Making all roads equal In their anonymity. Windows are free of ice On the outside, but someohw Laced with stubborn, unreachable Paper thing ice on the inside.
I Like to Drive (version 1)
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
I like to drive On deserted back roads that are cracked And frayed at the edges, Like the pages of a beloved book. Roads that are so old that time and nature Have ground them back into the earth, Breaking them down in places, Reducing them Back to their basic components, undoing What man has [...]