Tag Archives: rant
Literal World
What if there was a world where every phrase was taken literally? Like “Do you take me for a fool?” literally means you kidnap someone and bring them to a seedy underworld jester that’s, like, part of the Triad or … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Smoothie Operator
Coffee barristas? Ha! Coffee barristas are lamesauce, yo! Don’t take NO skill to put water in a can and press a button. I got my mangoes right here. I got my bananas (you know I got my bananas). I got my … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Deadline
Chewing my fingernails. Pulling hairs from the roots. My stomach rumbles from too much coffee. Shut up, stomach. Nobody asked you. My fingernail is clicking rapidly on the desk, thumping like Morse code. It must have been going at it for a … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
What is Nigh?
We’re done here. I’m done. Pack it in, boys. Pack it in. Let down your hair. Stay a while and listen, because we’re DUN. That’s how done we are. I can’t even describe the doneness of our situation here. If … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Stars
Stars are bright and fluffy! What? You don’t believe me? I’ve been to the stars, buddy, and I know what they’re like. Have you? Didn’t think so, Mr. expert. Well, let me tell you, stars feel like a kitty’s tummy. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Over Matter
What does a mind look like? Is it a beautiful rainbow spectrum or a heap of gray matter? Does a mind flow uniformly like blood through a vessel? Or is its shape like a drop of water diffusing into a … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Quiet Musings (a toast)
What will I write about, then? Surely not about horses, as that would take too long. Writing about voices has been done, and I don’t plan on doing it again unless it’s truly inspired. Writing about relationships is pretty old … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Life Erection
I have a hardon for life. When I think of just waking up and seizing life by the titties, I get a raging stiffy. Oh man, living is the best thing there is. Taking a shower, going to work, eating … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Stasis
One would have thought that not sleeping would increase one’s productivity, but honestly, I’m more lazy than ever. Sleeping is a way of resetting one’s mind. And since I’m unable to sleep, well, my mind is always a maelstrom of … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Haaaa… sigh.
I wonder if everyone feels this way when they get close to dying? Do they feel afraid or just tired and fed up? Yeah, probably both. Me? I’m not dying. I’m just getting close to the end of something. The … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
