Stories

The arrival of Mr. Godot? A sequel to 'Waiting For Godot' by Samuel Beckett. A fitting tribute to the existentialist/Theatre of The Absurd style.

I had never needed someone before. But I needed him, like a dull ache he had to be near me, But I wasn't so sure he needed me.

This is poem of love.

We often talk about pride. A non-ego-enflaming element of pride is dignity. How do we dignify ourselves? How do we dignify others?

The story of Elijah and all of His peoples.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Connor was evil. So fucking evil.

t is a collection of creative traffic. Imagine my track of imagination and creativity, a highway of sorts. All the work produced and posted here is the traffic. Thusly clearing the way to the turn offs I need to reach (my actual stories or large writing projects).

It makes sense after you think about it. But enjoy none-the-less.

On a lazy Saturday morning, Jim wakes up, showers, coifs (detailed), before unsuccessfully attempting to dodge wife Chris to head out for a haircut. On a previous trip, he had connected with barber Ken (those blue eyes!)… He is able to reconnect with Ken the following week, for just a trim… May appeal to those with a touch a trichophilia (i.e., arousal by hair (on the head)).

Young cousins find out that they have a lot more in common than they thought.