This is an unfinished draft. Another story I started for writober, but actually really like so I want to give it more time to fully flesh out.
”Floating above the streets of my childhood. That community garden I had went to as a...
“To get where I am I only depended upon me. Me! That’s it. I know a lot of other hussies, they squished their breasts, they batted their eyelashes, they slept with the boss. Not me. I never sucked no dick to get where I am...
All organisms in an ecosystem serve a purpose. Predators and prey. Symbiotic relationships. Ensuring that every member of the system is fed, has their population checked, and the balance protected.
Bedbugs exist to check the ego of humanity. Either god doesn’t exist, god does exist...
A dentist room with 30 people. 40 colorful plastic chairs laid out across the reception room like the walls on a Pac-Man maze. Where the ghosts were normally jailed was a stubborn, elderly woman who was just receiving a new customer.
“Kennifer Wissaedeon.”...
I started this for Writober, but kinda want to take my time with it. So here's an unfinished draft of it.
“I can’t sleep tonight. Or more accurately I won’t sleep tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to commit a murder.”
A novel that...
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“Is it possible to get this report in a not retarded way?”
“There it is, ladies and gentlemn. We’re in a professional setting you jackass...”
“You’re talking professional? This says ‘looking at the last three quarter...
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"Monday, 9 to Noon. Tuesday and Wednesday, evening to closing. Thursdays off. Occasionally if her coworker, Michelle, couldn’t take the shift, she would pick up the Friday and Saturday afternoon shift, Sunday, she usually tutored high school...
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“Ahhh! Praise the lord, sweet baby Jesus, and mother Mary.”
The train was about half full in Grand street. Monica had been walking in her black 1-inch pumps for the last 30 minutes and was beyond...
She decided to try a different approach.
"Have you heard of Russian nesting dolls before," Hillary asked.
"Yeah, sure. Those weird wood things that have faces and weird" -- he pronounced it 'werd' -- " colors painted on them."
"Yes, yes exactly...
The year is 2105.
Jaydon-3000 reached for a cold FuTUre//Brew on the table in front of him. Almost like magic the label lit up where his hands touched. He put down the bottle, with his lit up palm imprint slowly fading away.
"How cool...