Paul pulled hard once, abruptly. The lawnmower didn't start. He pulled it again, not as hard, not as abrupt. Nothing. He pulled that shit twice in a row, and then a third pull failed halfway through. He let go of the small handle, walked away to take a few breaths. "Come on you fuckin'," he said to the lawnmower, his hands on his hips as he walked small circles in the yard. He primed that shit five, six, seven, lost count times. Pew pew pew pew pew pew. He pulled the cord as hard as he could,...
12 days ago • 1 min read
"Did you turn on the West Sector floods?" Daniel remained squatted, but stopped connecting the wires he was working on momentarily. His eyes widened as the realization that he hadn't turned on the flood lights—hadn't heard that loud "KACHOONG" noise when you flip over that comically oversized switch—hadn't turned on the West Sector flood lights as he was wrapping everything up down at that part of camp. This, obviously, was a very bad thing. Certain death awaited Daniel, undoubtedly. This...
19 days ago • 1 min read
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26 days ago • 1 min read
One of the phones rang. Jackson was still shitting. Ring, ring. He sighed out deep, disappointed. Disappointed in what his life had become, in all the individual decisions he made—they seemed good and correct and promising at the time—and yet here he was, in his little lousy office, 48 phones sitting on a table across from his modest desk. Broken and smelly shitter, shared with the tenant in the other unit, some kind of dog grooming or dog mating or dog fighting, dog something-ing, down the...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
"So what's the scariest part about being a writer?" Henry found the question stupid. Belittling, even. "What's the scariest part about being a no-talent hack journalist?" he replied with his own question. Marcus sat with that question for only a few moments, though the tension in the air made it feel like the moment would linger on for all eternity. "Not finding the truth," he finally offered, the thick air breaking away into a wispy nothing. Henry laughed. This ol' summabitch, he thought to...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
"Maaa!" David shouted towards the house. "Maaa, come out and roller me!" David stood in the driveway, his truck running, lights blasting him. He was wearing his suit, the same old one he always did. "MAAAA!" he shouted again, frustration mounting. His old as shit, crippled old mother hobbled out from the front door. She creaked and stuttered her way through the snaking walkway over to the asphalt. David checked his phone again to look at the time. "Here ye go Davey," his mother said as she...
about 2 months ago • 1 min read
The bell sitting atop the jamb rang as the entrance door swung open and then slowly closed. An older man carrying an e-reader walked in, sat at the counter. He looked at the waitress behind the counter, refilling another customer's mug. "Hey Stevey, gimme a sec will ya hon'?" the waitress said, without looking at the man. The man sat down, clicked on his little device and started reading the paper. After a moment, the waitress walked over, flipped the mug that was sitting face down on the...
about 2 months ago • 1 min read
"Come in," Marcus half-whispered to himself as he continued to flip through pages of the dictionary, his fingers spotted with dry blood. He was flipping through quickly, scanning the pages rapidly and then flipping again. Flip, scan, flip, scan. The knock at the door again, louder this time. Marcus's mind wandered away from the dictionary. Away from the words. "Come in!" he yelled this time. He stood up and huffed and headed towards the door. He went to grab the door knob, the door started...
2 months ago • 1 min read
It was raining. Good, steady rain. The kind of rain that the ground soaks up, keeps moist for days. The kind of rain that the plants love, they bounce and frolic from the heavy drops falling on them. Corey was running. In this rain? In this rain. He's on a streak. 17 days in a row. Doesn't want to break it now. Corey is not a great runner. When Corey thinks of himself, runner doesn't show up on the primary list. Father. Husband. Senior Accountant. Brother. Son. Coffee Snob. Maybe another ten...
2 months ago • 2 min read
