Charlie the Christmas CatCharlie the Christmas Cat7 years ago in Christmas Prose More Like This
It all started with a banana.
No, wait. Thats not quite right.
It all started with Paris.
Ive always wanted to write a story that started with Paris. The Louvre. The Seine. Notre Dame. Paree.
Ok. Let me just clarify that Im not in Paris. My friend Myra is. For Christmas. And today is the first day that Im going to check on her cat, Boots. Boots Pierre. I dont know if he is aware of his full moniker. Right now his only interest is in cat treats.
So I hang with Boots for a while. Do the usual cat chores. And as Im on my way out the door, I notice a banana in Myras kitchen. It is already spotty with brown over-ripeness, and I know in ten days time, Myra will come home to a smelly pile of mush with fruit flies. I grab the banana and head to the alley behind the
FreezingFreezing7 years ago in Winter Flash More Like This
Ive heard it said that freezing to death is not actually a bad way to die. Well, I think Ive been slowly freezing to death every winter for the past ten years, and its not a pleasant way to die either. I wonder how anyone came to that conclusion, since nobody whos been through the whole process is really in a condition to speak about it. I think its maybe just supposed to be the late stages of it that arent bad, and maybe I havent been that far, but it still seems to me that if its bad for a while it doesnt really matter if its not that bad right at the end.
Anyway, my opinion surely counts as much as anyones. Ive been through part of it, after all, repeatedly. It is as if every September I begin getting colder and colder until March when I slowly start to get warm. Its usually August before I feel completely warmed, and then of course the cycl
The Darkness Has Been EmbalmedThe darkness has been embalmed,The Darkness Has Been Embalmed7 years ago in Lit Horror More Like This
saved for the dilation of pupils.
Water drops echo the void of ill
illumination, the mossy slick stone floor
is presumably protecting permafrost,
and only a single occupied chair prevents this room
from becoming a black hole.
A whimpering can be heard--like howling
creatures of the night--only muffled
by stitched lips: the victim
of an unperceived reality, a truth only
viewed cinematically in all its maniacal
The drops serve as the only tangible
conception to a propitious reality.
Proceeding each one is a silence
which begs to be the last.
As if it were judgment day, a ghastly mask
presents itself, the demented facade
positioning with its play toy-
an intrusion to the daunting