A Coffin of InnocenceMy innocence lay in its coffinA Coffin of Innocence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under my bed.
"Come on and open me," it said.
"You would have heaps of fun if you did.
All you have to do is prop my lid."
I pushed my hands against my face,
From the very top, all the way down to my stubby chin.
"No, no," I cried, "You'll never do me in."
I heard a haughty laugh
Bellow from below.
Then the voice continued to persuade my soul:
"If you think I'm trying to 'do you in',
I can assure you, I will not make you sin.
I only wish for you to open me up;
Give a glance and backup
To a time when every
Cloud seemed to be lined with cotton candy.
Fluffy, pink, and etched in ink.
When parallels seemed to blend
And collect in a wad of rainbow at the end
Of your mind.
Ideas spiraled in and out of your head
Without a moment's dread
Of what will come soon enough."
I drew in a deep breath,
Wanting everything the voice had described.
None of it appeared cold, I rationalized.
Maybe I should just hurry and make a choice.
"Come. I'm waiting," drawled the v
Conversation"I am driving in a Hummer. I am on a two lane highway. I was listening to Counting Crows before panic threatened to cut off my air supply. Air supply is a band. I have no idea what they sing. I'm pretty sure they were a clue on Jeopardy once. I…I…have to pull over so I can breathe."Conversation2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Omar put on his blinker and steered the over-compensation-mobile to the shoulder of the road. He fumbled with the lock on the door and his heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest when he tried to get out of the car and couldn't. Seatbelt. It was just the seatbelt. His hands were slick with cold sweat by the time the belt whizzed cheerfully back into its place and he managed to slide out onto the shoulder of the road.
He was glad it was so late and glad that the highway was so deserted. He was trembling so hard that the change in his pockets rattled and he never would have been able to speak if someone had pulled up and offered to help. He hated for people to witness his panic.
The Boy Who Cried TrollfaceCome, come dear children!The Boy Who Cried Trollface4 years ago in Trollface April Fools More Like This
Please sit and listen,
While I tell you a story
Of upmost sadness and glory!
Childrenplease settle down
And don't make a sound!
Hear the tale of a boy who couldn't be found
Because he cried, "Trollface!"
All around his house, in the countryside, and up into space!
Ever since the day Billy was born,
His face had been long and forlorn.
Everyone, he told himself, was out to get him.
Everyone put themselves out on a whim
With a big, nasty grin.
They all wanted to test his ignorance and make his face dim,
Make him less glad
And ask, "You mad?"
Yes, this was Billy's mindset,
And nothing could change it.
His mother, who was greatly distressed,
Would ask her son to get dressed.
Billy would scream, "I know how to dress myself, Trollface!"
And promptly break a vase.
Billy would be walking to school,
And the crossing guard would stop the traffic pool.
Halfway across the street,
Billy would stomp his feet
And turn around with disgrace,
Yelling, "I can st