“Someone once said that life prepares you for what it throws at you.
Man O’ fuck! That’s a very wise and comforting thought for coping.
“Someone once said that life prepares you for what it throws at you.
Man O’ fuck! That’s a very wise and comforting thought for coping.
According to numerology the energy represented by the number 250 resonates with intuition and introspection.
I was not aware of this.
It also resonates with human relationships and recognizes that relationships are the glue that hold things together.
Continue reading “Week 250 – Reflection, Rumination and Making Glue From Horses”
But First an Update on the Status of Ms. Allison’s Serenity by Her Employer
It didn’t matter
It didn’t matter
It didn’t matter that she broke out of the embrace and said goodbye.
It was time to meet her friends at dinner.
That was fine.
Really.
The October morning broke bright and sunny. A perfect fall day in the Northeast. The Jamison family was, as usual, scurrying around the house with kids getting ready for school bumping into adults getting ready for work. All in all just a typical morning in Paradise Heights… until it wasn’t.
They say the wolf ate the magician.
They find the man lying on the stone floor, chunks of his flesh unfurled around him like oversized rose petals, torn apart by thorny fangs. Broken bottles litter the shelves of his home, caught in liquid pools of strange colors that hiss and spread like angry tears. Tattered black books pattern the floor, spines up and pages squashed, sprawled open like dead crows.
Leila has been perusing Hugh’s back catalogue and has come up with another of his little gems. This is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Forgotten Memories by Hugh Cron”
Here we are at week 249.
This is a special posting as tomorrow on the 17th, we have been going for five years.
We have a few bits and bobs that we want to do so I’ll get this weeks stories out the way first.
Continue reading “Five Years!!! A Celebration Of Literally Stories.”
Quan falls into the patient breakfast line at the hospital for the criminally insane, he peers at the kitchen staff through pushed in black glasses, grips his tray in both hands, nose sniffing right over its plastic surface, checking to perceive odors and blemishes. He mentally calculates the time distance between himself and the food. “Maybe ninety-eight and a half seconds.”
Continue reading “Breakfast At The Hospital for the Criminally Insane by Harrison Kim “
He promised to keep me safe.
A promise that turned out to be total and complete bullshit. Brent also vowed to be faithful, stick around in sickness and health and a bunch of other things that went by the wayside the moment he decided to tell me about his ridiculous, “mid-life crisis” indiscretion.
Continue reading “Eternity of Descent by A. Elizabeth Herting”