Which Way To Go
I have nothing specific in mind so I wonder, should I write a mystery or horror? Perhaps fantasy?
But I have done all these things before, but ... what if I mix them together? Something like this.
Teeka looked the body over carefully, or what was left of the body, completely drained of blood. But there weren’t any slash or cut marks on the body, no bullet holes, and it seemed apparent, according to the crime scene layout, there had been no signs of a struggle,
Who, or what could have done this?
Then Teeka remembered a childhood fantasy her mother would tell her about, The Inhaliators from the planet Xygrom, which is 25,000 light years from Earth. On the night of every Valentine Day, they would travel from world to world, billions of them, and inhale the blood into their bodies which kept them alive and full where they never hungered for a full year before they would repeat the process. In order to survive, they had to inhale eight pints or more of blood. The interesting, yet freaky part was; they only had to be within three feet to breathe in their life supply, so Teeka also knew there would be no discernible fingerprints to be found.
Teeka always thought it to be a scary story but not true, that is, until now. Because of this, she knew she wouldn’t be able to arrest whichever Inhaliator did this as they were long gone by now.
Teeka hated moments like this; to know the killer and how it was done but unable to catch and arrest the Inhaliator until next year.
But would it be the same one?
Would that even matter?
She would turn in her findings to the Chief who may find the explanation unbelievable but since her and Devin are married he would believe her,
Looking to the heavens she mumbled, “I’ll be waiting for you next year.”
i'm not okay right now.
i try to be.
i pretend to be.
i'm only okay when i'm with her.
when i'm alone i feel like dying.
i should have tried harder to be normal
to not be gay.
i hate myself for being this way.
i hate myself for giving in to something i should change.
i might never be okay
Never Saw It Coming
Just a sunny day
With a strong wind blowing
No rainy day,
Not even in my heart
And my thoughts are of you
A girl and a boy
Never saw it coming;
Here you are
Just some stranger you got to meet
Not even in person
Just some stranger you got to meet
And put up with from now on
And she’s gonna be there for you
Always be loyal
And he’s gonna be the one
To bring more light into your world
I guess you never saw it coming
That this girl was to come rest
In your nest
I guess you never saw it coming
That this boy was to take your heart
And do it with haste
There’s a whole future open
Waiting for you
But don’t jump in head-first
Cause neither of you want to get hurt
I guess you never saw it coming
Not coming your way,
Not your way at all...
Pen to the Paper 6 Brainstorming
Pen to the Paper 6?
There were five others?
This Prose newbie enjoys
Challenges, so I’ll try another
Writing without a plan
Should be easy for me
Is more my cup of tea
Let’s see, stranded astronaut
Meets female of his dreams
On an asteroid that will crash
In an hour, ending in screams
Can space doom be avoided
To let intergalactic love work?
Will her four arms be too much
For an Earthling who is a jerk?
Do we have a romance or crash?
If the latter, do they go to heaven?
Alas, I’m out of ideas, so…
When is Pen to the Paper 7?
Winters garden of barren trees
stare back at me
as I wonder
if the world really is
as cold as it seems?
in the sunrise
as it counts down
the hours I grieve
watching the ice melt
in such comforting tones
as the mourning awakes
a piece of me lets go
‘Than It Did About Him’: A Tribute
We all seek to be absolved.
When I ripped open my college career with my canine teeth, I was looking for it to dance in front of me like a monkey. Instead, I found myself in a hospital yet again. The color of blood, I was told, is never beautiful: it is just red.
Tumblr is where some people my age got famous. It's all I ever wanted. I wrote about a girl named Dolores for a while, got a few likes. It didn't matter that my hundred followers were mostly porn pages, and that my words were being bounced off of robots. So goes the internet: we fall into the black void, knowing we won't be heard, but hoping beyond hope that someone hears us and clicks on what prompts a notification.
Michelle K grabbed me. She had a Tumblr page, the only one of the hundreds I followed that I remember now. She wrote short poems that exploded in angst in so few words as to insult the black rainbow vocabulary of depressed writers everywhere, but in the best possible way. She knew it, and she wrote the truth.
Her words are the mouth moving in the mirror, saying each syllable of pain in exactly the right way.
Her poems are hard candy you savor, light on fresh snow, what becomes a tattoo that completes the missing part of you.
My memories of Michelle K start in college, the happiest time of my life. Her poems, to me, still bleed red. But when I read them now, I smile, because I know where we all came from is not where we are going.
And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
― Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year
"Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him."
"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."
Michelle K., Some
“Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.”
Pen to the Paper 6
"You look beautiful today."
"So do you," I said, not realizing that Maya had called me beautiful rather than handsome.
"What do you have planned for tonight?"
"Well, it's the second Sunday of the month, so I plan to announce the sixth Pen to the Paper."
"I meant with me, dummy!" Maya said teasingly.
Maya looked down at her feet. "Oh."
I continued to drive until we arrived at the school I make my announcements in. I exited the vehicle and opened the back door, pulling out a bouquet of flowers. "You think I had no plans for you?"
Maya's face brightened. "Those are beautiful! But… I'm allergic. "
"Nope. Thanks for the thought though."
"Dang. These were expensive. On the bright side, I'll never have to buy you something that costs a hundred bucks, but will die in a week. 'Hey, babe, here are some flowers that are gonna die in a week. It's a symbol of our loOoOove.'"
"What's next?" Maya asked after laughing at my cheesy joke.
"Well, follow me."
We walked into the school, and I led her to my office. "This is where we had our first kiss."
"One more stop," I said, leading her to the auditorium. "And this is where we had our second."
The lights in the auditorium were dim, and there was a blanket with a basket in the center of the stage.
"I thought it would be cool to have a short picnic prior to making the announcement."
Maya was speechless, so I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the blanket. We sat down, and I pulled out a container of cookies, two sandwiches, sloppily wrapped in the manifestation of the Devil himself that is plastic wrap, and a container of potato salad. "I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I make some pretty darn good PB 'n' J's."
"Oh, no," Maya said.
I started laughing. "Good one! Had me in the first half, not gonna lie."
"I'm not joking. I guess I'll just have some cookies and tater salad," she said.
"Well, I can't make chocolate chip cookies like Ma can, so I made peanut butter cookies," I replied.
"Sorry," she said.
"Not your fault. I should have asked… and I should have had Ma make the cookies… But I have a back up! Down for tacos?"
"What is it with you and tacos…"
"Brad asks me the same thing at work every time I see him. Let's go get some tacos!"
Maya smiled and shook her head. I shot up and pulled her to her feet.
A couple hours later, I walked back onto the same stage.
"Evening, ladies and gent's. Ope, forgot to clear the stage… anyone want peanut butter cookies?" I asked, walking over to the container and taking one out for myself. Someone in the front row raised his hand.
"Alright," I said, taking a bite, "ma'e sure you sha'e. Man. These are the best I've made… ANYWAYS. You guys know why I'm here. It's here! It's back! Pen to the Paper 6 is out! If anyone wants, I have two peanut butter jelly sammiches up here, and some tater salad. I gotta finish my girlfriend's burrito," I said, sitting onto the blanket.
While your bright eyes
stared at my every word
i studied your every detail
i know you better than he ever can
but you only know the ink of mine
and one day
you will read the last page of this book
close it and set it aside
when we both returned to our worlds
but the difference is
you are my world
look at me
cause we knew it from the start
but we feel the worth in every pain
and while we were driving down the road
i used to call my home
you told me there's a place
where we will meet again
and when you turned your back
i heard you whispering
you will always be my world
and i opened my teary eyes
turned around and thought
this was my favorite dream of all
Oh please remind me of it
Every single night
I hate summer
“….shower water. Isn’t that disgusting?”
“I’m sorry?” I shook my head.” What did you say?”
“THE OCEAN WATER IS USED AS SHOWER WATER. ISN’T THAT DISGUSTING!?” She shouted
“Yeah” I laughed nervously “Crazy huh? We never know how things work”
“I paid money to be on this cruise and I DESERVE exclusive treatment. Just give me my ocean water already.”
“A glass of wine in a beer jar” I handed her the drink, sprinkled some salt and added a sliced pineapple.
“That’ll do, Jerry” she put her sunglasses on and sashayed away.
I hate summer
“BARTENDER!? HELLOOOOO I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR LIKE FOREVER”
I sighed and moved on the next customer “What can I getcha?”
“Listen” she mimed whispered and then giggled “I think I killed someone”
“SCORE!” sunglass lady screamed while watching the playoffs
“I-think-I-killed-someone” she mimed whispered again and started laughing “I didn’t know what I was doing and I just did it”
There’s no fucking way she did that.
“There’s no fucking way you did that.”
She grinned wider “I did. And what’s more, the bodies are in my room. Also, since you don’t report me.” She pointed at the glass in my hands “That’s what I killed them with. And it has all your fingerprints on it”
I looked down. The glass was in my hands. I had started wiping it down with a washcloth noticing the wine stains which I now realize is blood.
I shakily place it on the table quietly. My mind starts racing.
“ALL I need from you, is a shovel”
I look up “A shovel. That’s it?”
“YEP. Just a shovel. And I won’t tell a soul noooooo” she giggled again
“We are at sea. This is a cruise. Where are you going to fucking dig? Through the ship!?” I raged. Sunglass lady was looking at me. I took a deep breath and switched to another glass to wipe down. She looked away.
“Why does it matter? Just give me the shovel and its byeeeeee”
I didn’t like this. I didn’t like her.
I hung my apron behind me and left the bar. She started to follow me and I led her below deck. The shovel was there around the corner. Maybe I could hit her hard enough and run up to the deck captain. Maybe I could negotiate- no that wouldn’t work.
“Here you go” I picked it up and handed it to her. She grabbed it from my hands and left. I followed her from behind as she stamped her way up to her room. She looked around suspiciously, then opened her door. I peeked through the keyhole.
There were no bodies inside. I looked at what she was looking at.
Looking at the upturned goldfish in the bowl.
Thank god I released a sigh. Thank god she wasn’t a lunatic I looked at the short bloody knife in my back pocket. It’s starting to stink below deck I thought going back down. I hate summer.
Tomorrow morning, he was going to get rid of that clock. Who needed an actual clock on their wall anyways? That’s what digital clocks are for. So that you don’t have to listen to that insufferable ticking the whole night while you’re trying to fall asleep.
He turned over for the millionth time and fumbled his sheets in exasperation. He had spent an hour running embarassing scenarios from his past through his head, and now he had a stupid song stuck on repeat.
That’s when he realized the clock wasn’t ticking anymore.
Not that he was complaining, but the clock wasn’t that old. At least, not old enough to have broken already.
He sat up.
The clock wasn’t there.
He didn’t hear a crash, so it couldn’t have fallen. He slowly got up and walked to the wall, running his hand over it.
So it really was missing. He wasn’t sure what to think. This was creepy.
The room was chilly all of a sudden. Was that window open already? The tiredness must have been messing with his head. He was too disoriented to try to figure out where the clock had gone. Maybe it would be back in the morning.
He slipped back under the covers, and when he looked back up, the door was gone.
He was sure he was dreaming now. He shut his eyes, because this wasn’t real and he didn’t want to waste his time in their creepy world anymore.
He opened his eyes after a while of laying there. He had to be awake, he had never had a dream this real.
The room was gone. He was suspended in darkness, only him and his bed.
His eyes shut quickly again, and thoughts went swirling in his head. The confusion was too much. He didn’t like how real this felt.
When he worked up the nerve to open his eyes again, everything was back to normal. The room was all there, complete with the annoying ticking clock. He had never been more thankful for that clock.
He sighed into his pillow. He had just wasted another few hours and he had to be up soon.
A few hours?
That wasn’t right. That had only felt like a few minutes. The clock couldn’t be right.
He sat up and held his head in his hands.
The moment was endless.
He slowly lifted his head up and let himself open his eyes one last time.
He was looking at himself, in his bed, floating in a dark void.
“No!” he tried to scream, but his throat was too tight to utter a sound.
He started moving backward, as if a hand was slowly pulling him away. He thrashed and clawed into the nothingness, but the bed with his body soon became a little speck in the distance.
He was gone.