March 31, 2014

An excerpt from "Living Skeletons," a short story

“How many today?”

Eric squinted at his handwriting. “Five. No … six.”

Boss slid his thumb between the straining buttons of his dingy shirt and rubbed at his navel. “You said a hundred-and-twenty-seven plays total?”

Eric nodded.

“And six winners yesterday.”

“Five,” Eric said.

Boss’ face reddened, and he took a deep breath, swelling like a boil between the counter and the harvest-fair crowd. The pressure dissipated in a reek of Juicy Fruit gum. He shrugged. “Guess that’s all right. Little fucks’ll stop coming if they lose every time.” He stuck a thick finger in Eric’s face. “No more than three tomorrow. Hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Boss.”

Boss put his thumb in his armpit, digging vigorously. “Head over to the Skeleton for the rest of your shift. Vanessa has a new girl.”

 “Will do, Boss.”

“Get yourself something to eat first. You look like shit.”

Eric hoped he didn’t have syphilis again. He’d sworn off townie girls after his last run in with it, but a tattooed woman outside Cleveland had changed his mind. She hadn’t looked sick. “I’ll get a hotdog on the way down.”

-- R. W.W. Greene

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May 16, 2012

A Longing For... A Desire... A NEED.

Everything became a blur, there was smoke everywhere and I could no longer see their faces. It was inside of Cory’s old apartment, it started in his upstairs living room then we went downstairs to the basement. I could sense the presence of about five human beings other than myself, but I didn’t know who. I couldn’t see who. I knew one of them was Cory… One of them had to be Cory… Right? The smoke… The smell… It was overwhelming. It all came together at once yet, I couldn’t understand it. I had so many unanswered questions that I needed so badly to be answered. Why was I there? Who was I with? Was SHE there? Would THEY bring me any harm? I walked over to the circle of chairs I remembered so well. I sat down and I looked around. I got a very short glimpse of their faces, but not a long enough glimpse to have any clue as to who they were. What I did notice in my tiny glimpse was they were all white skinned. The smoke rolled back in and I inhaled the smell of the marijuana. I think… I almost… Liked it… No, I’m lying. I did like it… I missed it… I wanted it… I NEEDED it… But, I couldn't have it. I couldn't stoop that low... Not again.

May 11, 2012

A Typical Monday Morning (A Haiku)

no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no fine

May 9, 2012

Oh The Problems.

Oh The Problems....

Theres always tomorrow to fix things you did yesterday.  If you screw up, take a day too think about the best situation on how to fix it.  Everybody makes mistakes, but the people who end up on the street, or in a sticky situation are the people who just let it be.  Its the people who try and fix what they've done, that go on in life and the problem never faces them again.

May 5, 2012

pinkie promise

He broke another promise
I made him pinkie swear
He begged me for forgiveness
i didn't give a hair
"your pinkie belongs to me now.
not you arm and not your liver"
to myself "where could it be now"
and i ran to find the cleaver
"you don't need your pinkie anyway"
i said to him warm and soft
"I've got nothing else to tell you"
and i chopped his pinkie off
I wear it on a necklace
It is my lucky charm
no one dears break a promise
when they swear on their right arm
someone swore to me once
Merle on a toe
her toe belongs to me now
a new one will not grow

May 3, 2012


I won't be near a computer at all tomorrow, so I thought I'd just do this a day early. It's short...I might use it sometime in the future. Enjoy.

Loneliness is so strange.
It’s like a cigarette.

Think about it.

At first, it’s kind of cool. It makes you look mysterious and secretive, like you’re too cool to talk to those people are to go to that place. You’d rather be by yourself and do whatever you want. People look at you and wonder who you are, where you came from, and what you’re doing.

But after a while, you can’t seem to function without it. You become worn out and sick, and finally, it completely destroys you and the person that you used to be. You start to wonder what your life could have been like without it, opportunities you missed out on, and the people you could have met.

At the end, you’re miserable.

April 21, 2012


 I was thinking about this last night and I'm pretty sure it doesn't make sense, but oh well. Enjoy.

    Beauty shouldn't be determined by the color of someone's eyes, the length of their hair, the shape of their body, or their height. Sure, it's easy to find someone who is physically attractive, but beauty-true beauty- is much harder to find. A person isn't beautiful in their looks, or the clothes they wear, or how they do their's the way they speak, the way they carry themselves, and the way they bring light into another person's life.

April 20, 2012


As we lay there in the baseball feild, gazing up at the stars, the big old grandfather clock struck 12.  " I gotta go!!"  I said as I got up and staarted to run.  "we should do this again sometimes? yes?"  As i ran down my street i could still hear the clock chims.  Two more chimes and i had to be home.  I pikced up my speed and ran as fast as i could to my front porch into my house.  I made it in just as the clock had its 12th chime.  When i walked inside i was all out of breath.  As I pant for air to get  in my lungs, my dad asks, "Why are you just getting in?"  "Its 12. You said no later than 12. Im here, its 12. goodnight."
Why is this so mean?

she always makes me wait
shes never on time
she says one thing but means another
she never sticks to what she says
she does rude things and thinks its okay
she throws everyone else under the bus
she makes people do what ever she says
she doesnt listen when people say no
shell do anything to get what she wants
she inturrupts you anytime you go to say something
she says she cares but really she only cares about herself
shes a criminal
she has no goals in life
she bursts peoples bubble alot
more than anyone should

but she is my bestfriend.

Bad Days and Nightmares

I have no voice today.
It sucks.                                
Why does my life have to be like this?
I ache in pain every day.
What else could go wrong?
…I could get hit by a truck, that would really suck.
… Or I could contract some awful south American disease, that would really really suck.
“My day is just not going well, at all.”
Maybe… Getting hit by a truck wouldn’t suck – and my suffering could finally end…
But, if I contract an awful South American disease, I’ll suffer; Maybe, I want to suffer…
The pain soothes my every movement as I slice the sharp blade across my wrist.
Then, I awoke from that awful dream; Sweat dripping down my face, I reach for a glass of water.
I’m still dreaming, but it’s nice to pretend the water is real.
The water on my sheets is real though, as I pee my bed for the sixth time this week.
I sigh, “Time to wash the sheets… again.”

Six Months

Six months. A long time or a short time? Half a year, 183 days, 26 weeks, an eternity. If you're waiting for something, six months seems like forever. Six months until the end of school, six months until you go on vacation, six months until you get your license/ for me though, six months doesn't seem like six months. It seems like three months or three weeks or even three days, hardly as long as it really is. I've been working working for just over a year and half of that time has been with my wonderful girlfriend.
Six months and a day since our first kiss. I remember it clearly. It was a Monday, I had told her all weekend that I had a surprise for her. When we finally stopped at her locker, I pulled her towards me and that was that.
The next day we both knew it was coming. "Erica will you be my girlfirend?" She smiled and said yes. The most surprising thing of all is how much I came to love her in the next six months.
It was a progression from this tender fondness that I tried to bury to a growing want of her and then eventually, a need. I dream about her, I talk to her, I see her everyday yet I ca't get enough of her. I'll never get enough. Here's to a happy six months.

April 19, 2012

The Phantom Drift

     Collin drove down the road at a speedy pace, passing anybody in his way. His speedometer read 92mph and was climbing steadily. The highway stretch on old Interstate 97 held four lanes of traffic; sectioned off in the middle by a thick line of Jersey barriers. Collin's head bobbed to the bass-thumping music that poured from his speakers and flooded his car, He didn't care for the 55mph speed limit on the winding road; his style was more like 102 steadily. As he reached his perfect speed, he let off the gas and set the car to cruise control. An engine revved beside him and he took it as a challenge. He revved his own engine which growled and purred much louder than the one he heard. He checked his mirrors and couldn't see any sign of another car in the dark abysmal nothingness in his rear view. He was so far ahead of the other cars. But then he heard it again; this time it sped past him. Collin applied his gas and soared even faster, breaking 120mph. He heard and engine scream loudly as if it were right on top of him as he drifted around a narrow corner. He saw a translucent, white car enter his lane and he freaked out. He jerked the wheel to the left to prevent being hit, but he swerved and drifted sideways, right into a tree, causing the car to wrap around it. Colin was dead, and the Phantom Drift has struck again...


     The clock on the wall ticked with each second passing. The chairs were filled sporadically with old men and women who had different coloured paperwork. The ladies working at the desk called out numbers, as if they were playing Bingo, as May sat impatiently and anxiously. Her heart raced as she flipped through her flash-cards.
     "May Everjewel, Station Three," one of the ladies announced over her microphone. May's heart stopped. She handed her things to her accompanying mother and slowly approached the desk. "May?" The lady asked for reassurance.
"Yes." May managed to whisper.
     "Alright. If you have a phone, please turn it off." May did as she was told. "Now; you have forty minutes to complete the test. You need to get thirty-two correct to pass. There are forty questions. Take this," she handed May a paper prism with the number 1 written on it in black marker. "You're at Station One in the Test Room. Good luck." The lady smiled and May swallowed hard. She took the prism to the testing room, stealing one last glance at her mother, who mouthed 'Good luck.'
     May inhaled slowly and sat at Station One. The computer screen was blue and had the New Hampshire state seal on it. White words scrolled across the bottom of the screen which read "Please touch the screen to start..." May wiped her palms on her jeans and touched the middle of the monitor. The blue screen changed to white, and the test began.

Bed Time

Starla laid in bed with a white sheet delicately censoring her body where she needed it to, leaving the rest of her skin bare and begging to be cooled off by the passing breeze. Her long, red hair was tied up sloppily, giving her neck a break from her heavy locks, yet still inducing a headache. Maybe it was the heat that was making her feel this way. Her slender limbs were sprawled in different directions as she lightly panted due to the humidity. The wet face cloth on her forehead had gotten feverishly hot from the exposure to her body temperature. She took slow, shallow breaths, causing her chest to heave minimally. With her shades drawn and her curtains pinned open, Starla wished for a breeze to sweep her off of her conscious feet and into a world of sleepy dreams.

April 18, 2012

I Am The New Grim Reaper.

My eyes open slowly. There’s a bright light. I notice it’s just the white walls and get up, but I fall right back down. “What the hell.” I say to myself. I have a massive headache “Where am I?” I say. “Who am I?” I say again. I turn to look around and see a crimson red liquid splattered on the wall. Below the stain is a body. A man who has had his head cut in half.
I run to a door that’s barely visible. I open it quickly and stop. There’s at least a ten story drop from me to the ground. Half of the building is gone, torn from the ground. I see a ladder one floor below and jump for it. I grab the ladder, but then it breaks. I am falling from the building and then memories flood into my mind. I calm down and softly land on the pavement as if I was stepping off a pebble.
I remember the experiments they did on me to find a way to keep soldiers from dying in wars. To see if they could find a way to make soldiers invincible. I was the third experiment and the others had all been killed, but I believe one day they will do more. I killed the doctors and scientists in this building, but some were given the data then the left.
I swung my arm in the air. A scythe white as bone appeared. I swiped my hand over my face and a mask solidified over my face. It was white like bone as well and it had a horn on the right side. My vision when wearing it increased tremendously. I pointed my arm over in front of me and said, “Rise my fallen army. Rise to kill the ones who have done this to you.”
Two people who were similar to me rose from the ground. They had masks similar to mine, but they couldn’t come off. These were the two who were experimented on before me. They both held different weapons though. The man’s was a katana about his body sized with the blade made out of what looked like bone. The woman’s was a bow with arrows made of a bone looking material as well.
“Fight with me and kill the man who did this to you.” I tell them
“Why should we?” the man asked.
“Because if you do not then he will find you and kill you again.” I say.
“Well what if we run?” the girl asks.
“Then he will still find you. He is not going to just let you live when he finds out your alive. He knows already because when he did the experiments he had a heartbeat type thing put into your body. Now when you’re alive he knows it.” I tell them.
“So he knows where we are now?” the man says.
“No he just knows you’re alive.” I assure them.
“Fine I will fight.” The girl says.
“I guess I will too then.” He says
We left at that moment looking like we were and went to every building we could asking if they knew what was happening in the building before and if they knew who was doing it. One person answered and told us who it was. It was a man named Lucas Slouse. We asked where he was and the man told us he was the President so he was at the white house.
I thought about this and then asked. “What year is it?”
“It is 2052.” He answered. My eyes widened. I am still sixteen looking and it has been forty years. I left at that moment and went to the white house. If it has been forty years then what has all happened? What memories am I missing?
Forty years it has been, I kept thinking, and I don’t remember much. We arrive at the white house after a few hours walking. We changed our clothes and hid our weapons. We all three walked up to the White House gate then walked inside unseen. The guards noticed us and pointed many weapons at us. “Hands up or we will shoot.” We all three smiled “Fire.”
When they shot every bullet hit their mark. They stopped shooting and stared at us. “Come on now people your President did this to us. Why are you so scared?” One of them smiled and then pulled out another gun.
“Yeah we know that is why these weapons will work.” He shot the gun and it hit me in the chest. I blacked out as he shot the other two and dreamt of many things. Of living along side these two and fighting the world off with them. I woke up in a dark room chained up to the wall. Lights flickered and I saw the other two still knocked out chained up also.
“Guys wake up.” I yelled at them. They woke up slowly and noticed what was happening. I struggled with the chains for a bit, but then gave up on it. “So do you two remember anything from the building before anything that could help?” I asked them.
“No. All I remember is them giving me a lot of shots and doing a lot of surgery on me.” The man said.
“I remember something. I remember that one day a man freezing in front of me. He was frozen solid and then I touched him and he shattered. Then a few days later ice came out of my hand and froze the wall in front of me.” The girl said.
“If you are correct then we can get out of here. Try to use it then.” I say “Also what are your names?”
“Mine is Crone, Short for Cronos. I was given the name after the Father of the Titans.” The man said.
“Mine is Maori I was not named after anyone. My parents just liked the name.”
“Well Crone, Maori ready to escape?” they both nod and I direct Maori to if she can aim her freezing power toward the chain behind my back. She concentrates for awhile and the chain freezes. I break it with ease and call upon my scythe. I cut their chains and then we find a way out through the air conditioning vents.
As we were climbing through I noticed someone say something.”He is going to be here awhile and isn’t going to be out of office. People love Jacob Slouse.”
 I stopped and Maori and Crone asked what happened. “I heard Jacob Slouse’s name. I think they said he was here.”
“Well let’s look around then.” Crone says.
“Alright I will go out here Maori you come with me Crone you head up and see if you can find anything. If you see him then kill him.” They agree and we all go our way. Maori draws her bow and keeps it at the ready. Suddenly a gun shoots. I look toward where it came from and see someone similar to us.
“What there is more than just us three?” Maori says.
“Yes and there are just three others. Me one fighting your friend and one other. You will fight him if you continue on your quest to kill the president.”  The woman said. She readies her gun and points it at me. Maori walks up and say.
“Nick you go on ahead, I will fight her.”
I put my hand on Maori’s shoulder. “Don’t go dying on me then.” I say then run off toward the other direction. I hear gun shots rain out and then I hear the arrows bouncing off the pillars. I ready my scythe as I know there will be another one. I burst into some big doors to see the president sitting in a chair. He was smiling at me as I ran toward him.
Then he disappeared from my sight. My chest was in a red frenzy. It had been sliced open by a blade of sort. Then I looked behind me. The President of the United States was the third one of them. He came ahead of me again and sliced my chest once more. He did it again and again until I could not stand. I fell to my knees and he drove his blade into my chest all the way through me and the cement under me.
I lifted my head. “Why did you do this to us? What was the point?”
“So I could become invincible.” He said so simply as if he cared for no one. I believe he doesn’t care at all. So I will end this here.
“I guess I will have to take that from you then.” I said as I stood up slowly. He grabbed his sword about to take it so I grabbed it. “I don’t think so Mr. President.” I opened my mouth and started to scream so loud the windows broke. I stopped then pulled my scythe out.” This is for all our lives.” Then I swung.
The scythe fell through his body like a hot knife with butter. His head fell off and rolled to his agents feet. They pulled their guns out and pointed them at me. “So this is the end isn’t it?” I said to myself. “Well this isn’t too bad is it?” As they began to shoot an arrow hit some. Then Crone cut the rest down.
“Don’t think your dying on us just yet Nick.” Maori said smiling looking down at me on the ground. A smile broke out on my face and she grabbed my cut up body. “Let’s go Crone.” She said then we jumped out the window. As she carried me out I thought of these days that have passed.
 “So this is what it’s like to have friends then?” I said aloud.
“Yeah I guess so then.” Crone said looking over at me. “Guess we are all going to be friends for some time.”
“Yeah were going to be friends. And we are going to stay together forever.” She said with such confidence I believed her.
“This isn’t the last time we will have to fight them.” I say then jump forward. “I think I can walk now Maori. Thanks for all you’ve done, the both of you.” I said then we left for somewhere else than here.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

"Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are." the clown sang as the baby, Toby crawled nearer to him. The clown had his back to Toby but knew he was there. "Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the SKY!" He screamed as the baby reached out to his pants leg. He turned slowly and he was smiling a grim smile. His face had blood pouring down it from his deep dark red eyes.

He disappeared suddenly and reappeared walking toward the baby, He kept doing this vanishing for miliseconds and each time was walking toward Toby from another place. The baby was laughing then the clown heard something and disappeared. Then silence as Toby's older brother, Mark came down. "What is it Toby." he said slightly laughing. "How'd you get down here?" he asked.

He reached for Toby, but as he did the clown appeared behind him and shoves a chainsaw through his chest. The clown roared a roar that shook the house, but woke no one. Then he began to sing again, slower this time.

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star How I Wonder What You Are. Up Above The World So High, Like A Diamond In The Sky." as the clown stopped he looked at Toby with his Big Red Eyes. He walked over to him and then picked him up. He pulled out his big knife and slit Toby's throat. Then he slit his own.

Even in death that clown smiled.

boring story

One day I saw a cow it wasn’t no ordinary cow. It was a purple with lime green spots all over its body. In sted of milk coming out of its outers green jelly ton came out. It was really weird, because I never seen cows do that or even look like that.  It owner said he thinks an alien came down and mated with the cows mother. Blah blah blah…. This story is wack and boring …..

April 17, 2012

The Test Subjects

Tuesday free writing. Tell me what you think?

        I woke to the hot rays of a desert sun. My mouth felt like sand paper and my throat was just as dry. How did I get here? I wondered as I blinked through the rippling sandy terrain. There was no sign of civilization around me. All there was were the skeletons of the plants and dead animals, even a few green cacti here and there.
       My heart beat fast with confusion and fear as I got up off the ground. Shooting pains then coursed through my body, making me realise that I might have been laying here for a while. How was that possible? I live no were near a desert...
       I then walked slowly towards large mountains I saw in the distance, its brown shapes almost touching the sky. I needed to find shade and water fast because I wasn't going to survive out here like this. That was when I ran into something hard, making me almost fall backward. When I looked around, I saw nothing unusual, but I knew something was there. I held out my hand and I felt a wall.
        Suddenly, the 3D landscape that surrounded me flickered like a hologram and disapeared revealing grey concrete walls. On one of the walls, something rippled until a man stood there. He wore a tux, a cane in hand. He was tall and graying, but power seemed to show in every aspect of his appearance. Cold blue eyes stared at me, like he could see to my soul, which sent a chill up my spine.
        "Hello Venessa" The man spoke, his image flickering making me realise he wasn't actually there.
        "Who are you? How do you know my name?" I rasped, may hands shaking slightly with fear.
        "Just call me, Zero." His lips curled up, a dark look in his eyes. "Oh I know all about you Venessa. Your entire childhood and family life. What you got on each holiday, and so much more. When your 18th birthday came up, we decided it was your time."
         "What do you mean...?" I backed away slightly, my back pressing against the wall. My heart thudding loudly.
        "We have plenty of time for explanations," The room began to fill with green smoke and Zero continued talking. " We need to run a few tests on you first to see if you are ready..." His voice drifted and my vision became blurry. I fell to my knees hard until I collapsed and was unconscious. What was going to happen to me?

April 13, 2012

Short and Sweet

I might use this in story sometime in the future. It's pretty short, so feel free to tell me how you feel about it and if I should add anything more.

But when you truly fall for someone, you become attracted to all the details. It’s not about how they look anymore. It’s the way they lick their lips before they speak. The way they rub their eyes before they fall asleep. The way they laugh when they’re nervous. The way they pout when they’re thinking hard about something. The way they absent mindedly play with their hair. The way their face lights up when their favorite song is on the radio. Suddenly, all those little, insignificant things matter. And it’s those things that make you fall all the more in love with them.

Green Day

Green Day is when everyone wears green. Green Day would simbolize life as we know it. Green is a sign of life and brown is a sign of death. We all are living FREE here in the beautiful country so we should flaunt it. I live in New Hampshire and our saying is "live free or die." I believe in one day our whole country should give up one day to wear green. Burger King, McDonald's, Wendy's, or any place that you are required to wear a uniform should be dropped so that absolutly everyone can participate in Green Day