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At Least They're Committed

Author: Tripping Raul

  • Joe Sakic Pen

  • Ooooh, you found me! ;)

    How nice! I mean, after the big ‘done’ and ‘goodbye’ and all, it would be highly improper for me to contact you. I even killed out your phone number so as not to drunk text you in a weak moment! 😉 So, good for you for standing your ground! I…

  • A sad, sad, well maybe not that sad tale

    Marly was a year ahead of me in high school and sat across from me in my media class. He was exotic and had dark, curly hair, big green eyes, an aloof demeanor and a wonderful way of rocking back in his chair. Marly was my fantasy and should he have ever passed a…

  • Tripping Raul’s attempt at writing erotica

    OK, so I was laying in bed reading my erotic collection of short stories (Ellen’s suggestion to offset boredom and depression) and it occurred to me that I can write like that! So, yeah, here goes: She presses the fleshy, white tip to her lips, licking it softly before pushing…

  • Sanctuary from the Muse

    I’ve bundled up my sanity and stolen it and myself away to the far recesses of my bedroom. I type by candlelight and by monitorlight blaring STP’s “Sour Girl” to drown out Muse’s “Knights of Cydonia” (sp?) on Guitar Hero. Evidently it’s a tough one on expert and DSII is bound…

  • I burned the scrambled eggs

    I’m picking through the charred remnants for puffs of yellow, non-blackened yolk and it’s just not enough. So, knowing that DSII will be up soon, I bake chocolate chip cookies instead. I almost burn those, too, except I catch them just in time and they’re just, well, a little crunchy.…

  • Withers

    My warm breath has melted the snow around where my nose rests. My muzzle is on the ground, my front and rear legs curled beneath me. I can feel the dusting of snow on my flanks, on my withers but I can’t see what has awoken me yet. There’s something…

  • Freelance, holidays, football, Raul and the Rocky

    DSII and Kev are sitting on the steps that I vacuumed a couple hours ago. Bored. At least they won’t be bored and covered with dog hair. They want to go over to Kev’s because they can hot tub over there, but his mom’s not home yet so they have to…

  • Process

    Whoa! The whites of my baby blues are blood red, my lids swollen and folding over and over and over. Watching myself from the outside, this whole grief thing is a curiosity. It made me furious last night, absolutely enraged, and I’m scrambling to channel that energy into something positive. I’m…

  • We lost her

    We lost her, we lost her, we lost her. She fought so hard. We fought so hard. She was dying as I was writing. Dad called minutes later and I already knew. I can’t breath. We lost her.