The pile of dishes left unwashed and stacked to the cupboard above. The empty food bowl labeled 'Max' flipped upside down. The coffee table littered with prescription pill bottles either standing or fallen. The door left slightly propped open, for all too see.
Category: #Fiction
Tails
"There's two sides to every coin. A head and tails. Winning and losing. Flipping a coin is everything. Every path, every choice, every decision is a coin flip. Those who avoid flipping, waste away. That's why I admire you. Never afraid to take a risk." He laughs spewing spit. "Yet, this is what got you… Continue reading Tails
Damage
He stood over, bat in hand, dripping. The man contemplates another swing. Looks over his pray one more time, and smashes, shattering me into little pieces.
Trainer Orange
The sky is clear blue, a dozen Spearow flew above. Tall pine, home to a wild Caterpie, thick wide trunks with a center hole. A child swing attached to a wide out reached branch from the pine. Franklin Walsh sat on the porch looking at the swing. He loved swinging, just new interest overcame. Now Franklin… Continue reading Trainer Orange
Food Fight Ep.3
Mark Mark stands quietly over the argument. The warehouse the Exiles are sheltered in is run down and safe, for now. Tirsten and Luke don't like this deal, yet Daisy and David are persistent. "We can't waste our time at the grocery store. That has trap written all over it," Tristen said. "The rewards out… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.3
Food Fight Ep.2
Lauren Lauren's hand straight and steady. Daisy has been in there a long time. This rifle, Ramon, over this lengthy twenty-four hour patrol shift has begun to gain weight. Lauren rests on an ice chest waiting to be relieved. Daisy was supposed to be quick. David pacing on the KFC rooftop kicking a rock into the ice chest. Focus… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.2
Food Fight Ep.1
David Aisle five was under assault. Spuds the size of alarm clocks crashing into cereal boxes, sprinkling Apple Jacks across the beige quartz flooring. Eggo's are flying overhead the aisles like bullets. The spud firing pauses. David decides this is his time. Clutching the box of Milk Bones heading towards the exit. Aisle six and… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.1
Saint's Muse 