The death march to bataan otherwise known as the walk to my mailbox. It stares at me when I leave in the morning and when I return at night. I try to put it off for as long as I can but after a week, I get home and envelopes are sticking out every which way. Today I decide to wait until I get home. There’s enough fear and loathing in that God forsaken grey world of XXXX customer service department. Sorry, I’d probably get sued mentioning their name.
“You better watch your ass Bob, this economy is bad and you don’t want to lose your job for being late do you?” Simon my “supervisor” then laughed heartily and slapped me on my back with his red, plumb, damp hands. I think I was about three and a half minutes late and that was because some...
The Bus pulled up to the Greyhound station at one twenty two in the morning. Betty his wife was standing in the corner of the station huddled in the red and white bomber jacket he gave her two years before. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, it seemed unreal that it was actually here.
Stepping down the stairs of the bus, he inhaled deeply. The familiar smells of home filled him with comfort, safety. The small town he’d grown up in was still the same. Everyone and everything around him was still the same. He put the smile he felt, on his face and walked to his beloved Betty.
When Betty saw Robert, she couldn’t contain herself. On the way to the greyhound station, she told herself she wouldn’t cause a scene. She would wait until...
A knock sounded at the door.
“Thomas?…Are you okay in there?” It had been over forty five minutes since Thomas locked himself in the hall bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a minute Mom.”
The ever caring Judith, thought Thomas. Always worrying about her baby boy.
Although he was twenty eight, Judith never missed a chance to let Thomas know how much she loved him and how much he means to her.
Every second he thought about what he was about to do, made his stomach tighten and his head spin.
He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and started to feel the pink walls closing in on him. Immediately, he turned on the faucet and flashed a handful of ice cold water on his face. Thomas knew a panic attack was coming, and he needed to stop it before he lost...
Mark knew he was dreaming, but he couldn’t wake up.
Cold air surrounded Mark as he walked, hunched in his raincoat traveling north on 3rd Avenue. He passed restaurants, clothing stores, a dry cleaner and a shoe repair shop all closed up for the night.
Mark was alone. No one else traveled 3rd Avenue at this time of the night. He wasn’t afraid of being alone. He rather liked it. He didn’t have any responsibility to anyone else. No wife, or kids or dependents. He didn’t even have a pet. There was no one he had to take care of, and no one to take care of him.
The moon followed directly above shining full and bright. He walked these streets every night, it was familiar. He could navigate it with his eyes closed.
Tonight was different. The air ...
“Thank you for joining us tonight on a special edition of the V Factor. I am your host Scott Lane. Joining me are two prominent voices in the ‘should we or shouldn’t we’ debate. Should we reveal ourselves to humans or should we continue to live and feed in the shadows. This is one of the most important questions our kind has faced to date. With us tonight is Cornelius Voss of the Night Riders Secret Society (NRSS) and Nathaniel Quinn of the National association for the Advancement of Vampires (NAAV). Mr. Voss, I’ll start with you. What do you make of the recent talk of coming out to the human population.
“It’s ridiculous. Look, I’m over 1000 years old. I remember the last time a group of humans got wind of the existence of...
It’s too hot to play outside, thought Anna as she sat on the ground in the backyard of her house. Her Grandmother was busy hanging just washed clothes to dry on the line that went all the way from the house to a tree about 30 feet away. 8 year old Anna bent down to watch an army of Ants scurry out of a ant hole the size of a golf ball. After losing herself in the order and civility of the march of the ants, Anna sprang up and started walking to the edge of the yard.
“Nana, I’m going over to play with Sammy OK?” It was a question and a statement at the same time.
“Be Careful, If no one is there come right back, Yuh hear?” Also said as a question and a statement.
It occurred to Anna that Nana did not say, “tell Mrs. Johnson I said...
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