Beat around the bush
My newest stories. Nothing fancy, just what I do.
A lengthy comedy, but one of my favorite latest works. Without a doubt one of my more unique comedies, which is a big deal considering my track record. Any comments are greatly appreciated.
Dedicated to my Uncle and Aunt. --- "Mr. Krpec my name is Dr. Sanders. I work at the recovery center your son is residing in. I regret to inform you that your son has passed away."
My name is George Fuller. I am completely normal in every way. My qualities reflect my mindset, which in itself wreaks of "mid-rank". I drive a used Toyota with thirty thousand miles on the odometer.
I asked Jonesy that night, what was it like, to know that you're dying. "It's great. He told me. Because every moment, from now on, will be cherished. Every laugh will be beautiful. Every kiss will be the sweetest. Every tear will be the hardest.
My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
“Have you been drinking again, Mr. Barrow?” “A little.” “How much?” “Enough.” Eyes red. Shining. Clock ticks behind.
December 2004. A few days until Christmas. It had been almost a month since my mother and I had left our old apartment. We now slept in our car. Yes, it’s true, we were homeless. (re post)
The metal burns my hands as I tear it away. I snatch her up in my arms, holding her limp body close. I only hear the harsh buzzing of static as I approach the crowd. (edit)
So this is how it happened. Listen and listen close, because I fucking hate questions. So I’m in North Bend Hospital cleaning out the bed pans of dilapidated grandmas...
He told me he was going to kill me. And he seemed very serious. At least I think he was, I really wasn't paying attention. I figured he was joking. But then he killed me.
There once was a man who was awesome. Everywhere he went people would bow down before his awesomeness. "He's so awesome!" they'd cry. "Hail the awesome one!" was another shout.
It was a formal looking sign. The kind of sign that says "Hey, look at me. I'm better than you" to all the lesser signs of the world. -Welcome to Hell. No smoking, please -Ningún fumar, por favor
Where does paradise lie? In the shadow of the swords. The remote is light, cheap plastic and wires, but it feels heavy in my hands.
Today I bullshat my way through AP English 4. I'm very good at it, bullshitting. In fact, you could almost say I'm an expert in the art of bullshitting.