Mr. Sick - Chapter 8To the man who has no aim. It read along the side.
Engraved into the silver handle. So I can feel it even when I'm not looking. So I could feel it at all times.
I ran my shaky fingers slowly through each word as I said them to myself.
What an awful thing say... I thought. How very fucked a gift she got for me.
I get off on it though.
I don't know why, but theres something in it I like.
You would think someone calling you terrible would make one angry. But it doesn't.
I adjust my top hat.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
Not because I think I'm tricky, but because it feels necessary.
I'd probably shoot myself bi-accident if god had his way. But surprisingly I've lived this long, so he's either on my side or doesn't exist. Whatever the case..it works for me.
The gun feels cold and awkward in my hand.
Everything feels cold...
And everything feels awkward...
I'm waiting for the door across the street to open. I'm waiting for Mrs. Conception to come out and say h
Mr. Sick - Chapter 9 - Part 2I saw her take in a breath of the cold air as she lifted her chin to the sky. Sadly though the moon and stars were still not enough to illuminate her face, which at this point I so desperately wanted to see. She opened her mouth to exhale, and after a moment of pause the smoke curved around her upper and lower lip and left slowly, almost like it was hesitant to do so, as if every ounce of oxygen that found it's way into her body wanted to stay in there forever. I watched with her as it floated away into the night as depressed as any bit of smoke could float, and almost felt sad because of it. Then she looked down into the street again, and took one last deep breath and sniffled her nose a she did it, to signify that the best part of her evening was over, and the rest of the time ahead was just a lifeless intermission before she met the boy again.Mr. Sick - Chapter 9 - Part 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And then she began to walk.
And so I began to follow...
I moved from behind the tree and rubbed my hand against the bark as I did. I like the
Mr. Sick - IN PROGRESS part 1Mr. Sick - Chapter 1Mr. Sick - IN PROGRESS part 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I love to sneeze, and yes, you are reading that correctly my friend. It's one of the only times my whole body knows exactly what it wants. It's comparable to having an orgasm I'd say. Yes.....yes, I can't think of anything else that makes me smile wider then my face would like, other then an orgasm and a sneeze. In some fashion I do believe I look forward to falling ill, and maybe once or twice I've been known to seek it out.
Mrs. Hopeful says I should just sniff some pepper, or maybe bring a feather to my nose. I told her that's just like masturbation instead of sex with her, and I wouldn't hear any of it. You have to be in the moment, and it has to be as true as tomorrow's a day away. Only then can one, if willing, appreciate something that makes you feel so nice in the midst of such a horrible situation. I can't blame her for attempting some good advice in my direction though, she's in love with me, and as much as I am not in love with her, it d
Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 1Do you like liars?Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm hoping that you do.
Otherwise you couldn't really like me.
Because I'm more interesting as another person.
Because I'm more interesting as a figment of my own imagination.
Because I'm more interesting when all you know is what I tell you, when all you know is what you see.
So be careful darling, or you might find yourself thinking you like me. You might even find yourself thinking you like me very well. Which will be right where I want you, and I guess right where you want to be.
Because honesty is overrated
And honesty is false.
Honesty is secrets kept
In order to not repulse
Everyone from thinking you're a decent human being
And it just so happens everyone thinks I'm quite the decent girl, Because it just so happens I have a bit of a talent for lying. I do not in the slightest feel immoral for inventing this that or the other in order to get you to trust me, because otherwise you'd probably go off and trust some other fake girl with a pretty dress on, and that
Night's despair Sometimes I watch night skies. I think of it as a habit of necessity at night in the woods. I liken it to watching infomercials at 3 am because nothing else is on, yet sleep is a fickle nuisance that rejected my swollen lids. I think it is something like that; interesting and seemingly infinite, yet in five minutes, it will be the same and another five after that, a singular irregularity of space garbage might appear, and than it will be the same once again.Night's despair5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My eyes always watch for these so called satellites and other sparkly junk they launched into orbit, only to let it decay and rot in constant deterioration around the night sky that can be seen as a flickering light in a rapid game of connect the dots, darting from star one to star five in an arc that then bypasses star twenty and connects straight to star thirty-four, like a kindergardener with a crayon that has yet to count past ten, a
Kyle and River: Chapter 1 Theyre arguing again. Youd think that after nearly sixteen years of marriage my parents would want to change it up a little, be a little less predictable. But for the past three years, every night, without fail, something is found by one to be wrong with the other. Their marriage has been strained since the day they said their vows, reason being that they only said I do because the stick said pregnant. Given, I never knew how strained their relationship was until I was twelve; the age that they thought I was mature enough to handle the situation. It was then that I realized why theyd never given me siblings; one mistake was enough.Kyle and River: Chapter 18 years ago in Teen More Like This
I roll over on my bed to snatch my Ipod from the teetering desk it rested on. I put the earphones in, and before I even hit shuffle my daydreams begin to take shape. I turn the volume to maximum level to drown out the shouting below. Instead of c
Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 3Oh no don't sleep with them.Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 37 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It gets you no where dear, it'll get you no where.
Interested is a word the dictionary can't even figure out.
Take it to your grave and I'll meet you there.
Because they don't know left from down or up from right, and it's none of your business to show them. You're that innocent, mischievous, truthful and willing to break the rules kinda girl. Wholesome and naughty in one little cute package. They would cheat on their wifes at a moments notice if you wanted them to.
Set them up.
And watch them squirm.
Because right across the street they get what they think they need.
Pretty girl's on the rise
Lovely dress on her body
Mascara for eyes
And she's set for tonight
Pretty bruised on her thighs
Because they all know her body
Mascara for guys
And they're set for tonight
Let's avoid being a whore shall we?
So don't you sleep with them.
Because it gets you no where d
Mr. Sick- Chapter 5My left arm is always shaking, but just enough so only I can notice, and sometimes my full body will join in, which leaves me blurry for a couple hours from moving back and forth without moving much at all. I like to think it's a reminder of what I've done and what I've seen, which most certainly would leave you with remorse, but not for me. So all that pain and all that sorrow has no where to go but through my arms and through my legs in the form of a shiver. I don't know what kind of person I would be if I had some regrets, but I do know I would not be me, and I rather like me. I'm not going to get on one knee and propose to myself or write a personal letter of endearment of course, but I do enjoy who I am. I see the world a certain way, I see people a certain way, and to regret that would be to regret myself. So whenever I'm alone with eyes wide shut and thinking about what I should of done or what I should of said, I remember to forget and try to forget to rememberMr. Sick- Chapter 57 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mr. Sick- Chapter 2My dad died in a bathtub.Mr. Sick- Chapter 27 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
My grandfather died in a bathtub.
And I'm pretty sure I'm going to die in a bathtub.
Oddly enough I find myself in one every night. It's not that I have a death wish mind you, It's just a good place to figure out what is what and what is not what. If I take a bath, I most certainly will come out of it cold, wet, and with a sensible idea. Although what I call sensible others might call mentally, morally, and emotionally deranged, corrupt and unsound. It's likely they would call it so because that's exactly what I am. Regardless of my intentions and what they may be, it shouldn't deter you from my suggestion to take more baths.
Most people don't take baths because they don't want to sit in the own filth. I usually solve this minor problem by pumping up some water and taking a shower before hand, and then sitting in a little bit less of my own filth. Unlike others I guess my filth doesn't bother me so much. We have a symbiotic relationship. So we take a bath toge
Mr. Sick- Chapter 3I have more scares on my body then anyone you'll ever meet. I wish I could say they were of a more impressive nature, received in a war or in the midst of battle. Unfortunately I am not an honorable man, and if you were to ever see an honorable fight, rest assured I wold not be involved or available for immediate conversation. No sir, my many pathetic scars come from picking my scabs, and doing so with daft repetition until they forever leave their mark upon my skin.Mr. Sick- Chapter 37 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Slowly they heal, and slowly I pull them off again, with bloody fingernails and amusement in my eyes from watching the re-opened cuts try to clot and coagulate. And I do allow them to recover, because tomorrow they will provide opportunity once again, a chance to indulge in a somewhat unhealthy practice I will confess, but an unhealthy practice I appreciate and savor. I like to think that it gives me some character, but I guess I am lacking in character so much that I will conceive any reason to prove otherwise. The funny
Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 2...Perfect. Everything must be perfect. Candles!...No Candles. Ok. What's next? The floor is clean. Good good. Do I smell alright? I can't smell myself. I think I feel I smell alright. It doesn't matter does it? They come, they laugh, they go, they never come back again, confusion confusion, self reflection and revision, then careless until I'm tricked again. I don't care anymore. You're right I care too much. I feel sick. I feel sick. I feel sick. Perfect. Everything should be perfect. My feet hurt. I never wear these shoes. Will she even care? I don't know. I look good from the front. I should always stay in front of her. That's stupid. I'm stupid. I give up. There's no such thing as perfect. Please make it easy. Please be the one...Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...Just say it. Just go out there and say it. I'm taking too long in here. She's going to notice. Fucking hell I can't piss. I knew this would happen. She still makes me nervous. Do I make her nervous? Have I ever made anyone nervous? Just rel
Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 6With sunken legs I sat beside the lakeMrs. Hopeful - Chapter 67 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the dock of faded charm
And watched the fish below bite my toes &
Mr. Sick- Chapter 4I fell in love with a girl, and she fell in love with me as well, but in the end we did not last, because I guess when you are young forever is too long. But then there came second girl, and she was better then the first. Smart and charming, with collar bones that could cut you if not careful. So I knew that she was mine before I even knew her name, and I fell in love with a quickness only found in the pages of a novel.Mr. Sick- Chapter 47 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Except she did not love me back...and I was devastated.
But then there came another, and in her I could not find corrections that I would make if I was God. What I thought I wanted before was all wrong, and I felt a bit of stupidity for thinking otherwise. It was as if me and her were so perfect for each other it would have been an offense to all the imperfect couples to not be one ourselves, and back then I was not a very offensive man. So I fell in love with her as hard as gravity would allow.
But she did not love me back...and I was devastated.
Being about as patheti
Mr. Sick - Chapter 6Hello friend, I'm sorry for the delay but I had some business to attend to. I'm sure you missed me more then I missed you, but don't worry, that's perfectly normal.Mr. Sick - Chapter 67 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anyways, where did we leave off? Ahhhh yes yes yes, I believe I told you some odd sorts about me, and was to go into the details of my dealings with Sir Tanly`safe. As it turns out, Mrs. Hopeful is not such a good whore after all, and has made a bit of a mess out of what otherwise should have been clean and cut and simple, and a lot of other words that mean easy.
According to her....
Another woman our target has invested in, a Mrs. Conception I am told.
She said that it was love...
And I told her she was wrong.
A problem is what it is. And I solve problems very well.
So tonight I will.
You can add another murder to the total. You can add another notch to the belt. Because I already can't wait till the sun sets, for tonight the darkness is my dagger.
The shadows are my security...
I'll put on my coat and hat a
Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 5...I'm forgetting how to feel lonely. Don't get up today. Don't get up. Smile by yourself under the sheets. No one to enjoy the light struggle through with you. It used to make me sad. The image. I don't mind being empty. Odd. I'll take a bath maybe. It always calms me down. I'm forgetting how to feel lonely. I'm forgetting how to feel. It'll come around. She will come around. I don't care really. I don't. Why worry anymore. Someone will crash into me someday...Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 57 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
..Tired, tired eyes
In search of me they tremble
You're multi-tasking sins
But I don't even care
All hopes on me to look for you
Yet every week a new perfume
But they don't smell like me
They don't act like me
Stupid stupid girls
You loved them all until you met them
Until you figured out they wouldn't fuck
So you put them in a picture
The lineup of your failure
But I figured you out
And that's why I'm not around
The girls aren't the ones who don't know what they want
The girls aren't imperfect
Show me when you're ok wi
A Perspiring Incantation It was a long way to the witchs pandemonium, a long way to the witchs cathedral and years always leave me by the time I summit its peak. Even as I travel the river Styx into her fangs, I wonder how the witch would appear this time, having met her many ways through the reoccurrences. Sometimes, the witch presented herself as a relic, her squall shawls bundled about her in stitch briar patches, strangling loose ends that stippled her image. Sometimes she appeared as a kindly neighborhood crone, the kind that bakes cookies for little children. Other times she would appear as a mountain-bound Baba Yaga with harrowing eyes and fury flagrantly displayed until rumors of her insanity became her trademark illusion. Her most unnerving performances yet were when she appeared an innocent child.A Perspiring Incantation6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Motionless, my stoma