Xander’s head pounded out a distress signal in Morse code to the universe; he was hungover, and it was not pretty. His state could be summed up as “sentient Jell-O.” His body ached all over from the full moon party last night and dancing like a wild man around a huge bonfire at Moonbeam Linda’s ranch. Everything hurt, and his mouth was dry and tasted like stale Cheese Whiz, so he mustered all t...

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Why me?! Why now?!

Of course, it had to be on the one weekend I had something scheduled to do, and not something I can easily get out of. And of course, she was going to be there...

This sucks...

Should I try to get out of the scheduled thing? I don't want to miss an opportunity to chat with her, I could care less about the actual event, but since all of the depart...

It burns,

the feeling in my brain,

I can't explain,

but to ash my mind turns,

Too many neurotransmitters,

A flood so hot,

In the gap they flitter,

and begin to rot,

I can't think clear,

words begin to escape,

losing myself in this race,

towards insanity I veer,

When my mind no longer runs,

what becomes of me?

a shell of my humanity,

my soul's exit begun,

It all burns away,

just a meat-robot,

w...

There was just something about her. She exuded this sort of radiance and had such a warm aura that even the grumpiest of people would enjoy having a little chat with her. Everyone in town loved her, she was always there to lend a helping hand and would go out of her way to make sure you were taken care of. She had beautiful and soft features, but you wouldn’t think she was out of place when she...

Tears formed

The scent of lemon

In the paper cuts

From the paper boats

Life gives lemons

Make lemonade

Hands covered in cuts

From the paper boats

I cry

The tears stream

Lemon in cuts

From the paper boats

I wrap my hands

Float the lemons

In the river

With the paper boats

I now search

For a new job...

Without lemons

Without paper boats...

A Friend

There was an unusual and eerie mist covering the road, it made it hard to see where the winding road was heading. I took it slow and made my way around a large bend when she popped into view. A hitchhiker? All the way out here? We were so far from anything, it was quite strange for someone to be out here alone. No campsites or towns nearby, just the large swath of forest part of the nati...

A New Feeling

I just don't understand how no one else feels the way I do. For untold generations after genetic breakthroughs over a century ago, couples have been selected by the governing bodies based on genetic matching. They select partners based on the best outcome for the children they will bare. The idea was to enhance strong genetic traits and offset or counter weak ones, thus each success...

The Painting

It was like nothing I had ever seen before and I have done my fair share of psychedelics.

The coffee shop was very cozy and had lots of liitle nooks and crannies and lots of great places to sit. A lot of the places were well tucked either in a corner or behind book cases and a lot of effort was put into each place where none of the other little seating areas were visible when you...

Talking with the Devil

"And how did that make you feel?" He asked her with genuine concern on his face. He rarely made house calls like this, but Lunabelle was special, and not just special to him. Lunabelle had no soul, at least in a way that the Devil was familiar with, yet here she was alive and kicking and feeling and emoting and everything that humans do.

Without a soul, there may be some...

It sent a shiver up my spine just thinking about it. I could still feel the cold and the fear that seeped beneith my skin, it lingered.

"So how exactly did you escape?" The question came from a young military psychologist sitting across from me in a small "interrogation" room within a makeshift base that had been setup on the perimeter of the city, the City of Death. She briefly looked up from he...