It’s never easy the first night you sleep in a new place. The dust that irritates your throat, the smells that ache your head, the lights and shadows that terrify you. It’s especially not easy sleeping in a dumpster fire such as the one Chad found himself in. But Chad was an adaptable guy. By … Continue reading chapter 11 something something.. A reunion of sorts
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chapter 10 something: all in a day’s work.
The morning after he found the advertisement, Mikhail realized in the pale light of day that paying rent would entail obtaining a job. He only had a day or two left at his current place before the sheriff showed up. He went downtown where shops and restaurants lined the avenue. He discovered that the places … Continue reading chapter 10 something: all in a day’s work.
Chapter 6 of Something: hair today, gone tomorrow.
Vanessa looked at herself in the hairdresser’s mirror, watching a pile of foils accumulate on her head. Earlier that day, she had decided to fix the problem. Remembering how once upon a time she had inadvertently caused a few people, i.e., her boyfriend and a couple of random losers, some problems by doing a little … Continue reading Chapter 6 of Something: hair today, gone tomorrow.
Ch 5 something: Natalie’s plan
“Doo doo doo….” Natalie hummed as she put her face up to the bathroom mirror and dragged black eyeshadow across her lid. “Doo….Doo—” she rubbed it underneath her bottom lashes—“Duh duh duh” went the last coating of shadow before it was time for liner and four or five coats of mascara. Why try and hide … Continue reading Ch 5 something: Natalie’s plan
Ch 4 of something: Chad gets his own bachelor pad
By noon, Chad was fully refreshed and ready to call the landlord's number on the slip he tore from the ad at the pool hall the night before. Wearing only his boxers, he lay on his couch with his feet up on the back and dialed the phone. When the phone was finally picked up, … Continue reading Ch 4 of something: Chad gets his own bachelor pad
something ch 3 something: A day late and a dollar short, oh whatever.
Leaves scuttled across the empty street as Mikhail walked along the side with his head down and collar of his threadbare jacket turned up. Evening's arrival was early. He went to a bar where they didn’t know him too well and sat in the corner with his face on the sticky table, ignoring his drink. … Continue reading something ch 3 something: A day late and a dollar short, oh whatever.
Something something chapter 2: The Closet
Vanessa moved the phone to her other ear and rolled over on her bed. “Brad! Please!” she giggled. “You can’t say stuff like that! At least not over the phone.” She was too busy giggling to notice her door open before her sister, Tiffany, marched over and yanked the phone out of her hand. “Hi … Continue reading Something something chapter 2: The Closet
Ch 1. Something something
The hotly anticipated sequel to last summer's blockbuster hit, "High School Ritual," has finally arrived! Listen, I'm the doing the best I can here, and if that means recycling material and posting without a title, Oh well! I had a bad day at work, not the least because I didn't know the P.A. overhead of … Continue reading Ch 1. Something something
Random craps #450.
Who knows what number in the series it actually is. Or if there even is a series. I don't remember the last time I was able to scrape together a fictional story of any kind. Maybe the "untitled" thing that I dug up and posted a few weeks ago--yet even then I couldn't come up … Continue reading Random craps #450.
untitled
Just a good old fashioned hard drive harvest that I can't think of a title for. The blizzard drowns out the sound and fury. A madman walks blindly through the snowstorm, flailing and sweeping the heavy flakes which heed him not. A candle might burn only inches from him, but he'll never know. Meanwhile, a … Continue reading untitled
“Who the Hell Knows?” turns 2
Yes, friends, on this very day the micropimple blog known as "Who the Hell Knows?" turns two years old. I try to avoid looking at my actual blog as much as possible so I'm not actually certain whether the title has a "?" or not at the end. Let me know. (Apparently it does have … Continue reading “Who the Hell Knows?” turns 2
Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
A fictional story Do you remember the old church next to the school where I met you? I don’t go anymore, not for many years, but someone told me that there was a feast day celebration, and I realized it was your birthday. I thought to myself, well, if this isn’t auspicious, what is? So … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
A story I. It is early spring. Sunbeams and a soft breeze drift through the open window and settle on my quilt. Last night’s cup of chamomile tea is half-empty and ice cold. The tea is not the only thing in the room that’s cold. I have just awakened. I lie in bed in the … Continue reading I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
Be still, my pounding, leaping, A-fib heart (November Editing Project)
As I go along, I've realized there are two components to my editing: the editing of the work and the editing of my mindset. At first I was going to log the needed changes, but I quickly saw that that would be a novel unto itself. To sum up what I've done so far—my first … Continue reading Be still, my pounding, leaping, A-fib heart (November Editing Project)
November Editing Project Thing (really half-ass nanowrimo)
In a recent post, I wrote about some piece of shit writings I am working on. Piece of shit the lesser is going to fall by the wayside for now except if I get bored and decide to put it out of its misery. I learned in September that having a goal that I need … Continue reading November Editing Project Thing (really half-ass nanowrimo)
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