“Let’s go for Chinese, you said, maybe get the buffet?” he parroted. “Why do I put stock in your restaurant choices?”
“Oh, stop your whining Aldus, …and maybe don’t belly up to the trough nine times.”
“At $13.99 a head, it’s highway robbery. I gotta get our bloody money’s worth, Mary!” he fired back as he bolted for the loo.
“Then don’t complain that you got the collywobbles!”
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Leave me alone! I know the kids are running amok like a category five hurricane. Being a parent feels mendokusai. I don’t need you judging what a horrible human I am, I just don’t care.
mendokusai ( めんどくさい ) – A Japanese word that loosely translates to something along the lines of tiresome, bothersome, troublesome, rough, difficult, annoying, or a bother to do. It perfectly sums up my week so far and might be my new favorite word/phrase!
Me tooth is all crooked,
As is m’eh blasted hook nose,
The bloody thing whistles,
Everytimes that I’se blows.
Gravity’s a beeotch,
Pullin’ down on m’eh rolls,
An’ when I’se wearin’ shorts ,
Me nuts hangs to me toes.
Girls swipe left at m’eh pix,
That’s howse it goes,
On me next dating profile,
I’ll superimpose.
Sawyer awoke in a room strewn with naked bodies. Head pounding from sex and hard drugs. There was a snafu, this meat sack was breaking down. The last two, both the hard option, were overdose emergencies and barely viable.
The next would be soft and healthy, possibly untouched with perfect skin and long flowing hair. Sawyer watched as any trace was erased from the shell and blushed thinking of the pleasure it would bring. An empty vessel waiting for download to commence.
Continue readingHumanity had landed men on the moon and sent spacecraft on missions through the solar system but deep space remained elusive, an expanse too vast for life to traverse. In spite of every effort, no viable options had emerged allowing interstellar travel. Naturally, the human ego determined the physics of space travel impossible. Never stopping to think that maybe humans were the flaw in the equation, not mentally complex enough to comprehend the science required to open a door to the stars.
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Caleb’s bloody signature was still sticky on the parchment as bullets ripped down the corridor. Innocent souls falling in the wake of his father’s raven-black London Fog. His essence, seized within these walls, promised in return.
Stumbling backward, searing white-hot pain radiating outward… Satan had reneged on the deal.
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He’d broken through the years of armour she’d built around herself. He continued as her defenses fell away, the barrage cutting flesh before plunging into her heart. It was cruel not because of the words chosen but the truth they spoke.
There weren’t enough bandages to hide the self-inflicted wounds. Her fingers rough across the scars she’d bear for a lifetime.
Continue readingMammalian usurpers long extinguished,
Humanity’s short reign relegated,
to the archaeological record.
On the wings of our avian descendants,
Earth’s second age of the dinosaur,
now in full bloom.
Lorenzo stood alongside the back door, blending into the stench of excess discarded in the alley as the discord sounds of an orchestra in preparation hummed.
Vibrating with anticipation in the moments of silence before high society roared to life and music filled the evening air. It wasn’t as crisp or clean as sitting inside the acoustically flawless opera house. Still, when the purest of soprano voices rose above orchestral synchronicity his spirit would swell and soar.
…as one final tragic note slips beyond her lips, a single tear escapes his grasp, and then applause…
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Anahi and Erardo descended the ancient steps, the tiny hairs on their skin taut in the cold damp air. Abuela had used the last of her strength to release her clenched fist, placing the ancient script in Anahi’s hand.
This long-forgotten alcazar held secrets. Its endless passages winding back through time, the souls of its keep drawn to the labyrinth’s fulcrum. She knew Erardo was chasing his heart, but would he follow her across the threshold…
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