At Least They're Committed

I’m going to write a story! Yay me! Fiction!! Note all the exclamation points! I’m doing that on purpose to irritate you because it’s funny!!!! Anyway, it’s going to be a happy story of little or no merit about something that amuses me. And I’m not going to be negative anymore, you know why? “Why don’t… Read more

The meth-like lesions have faded to blotchy complexion inconsistencies — except for the one on my right cheek, which I swear started out as a bug bite and now looks like I smudged food on my face. I’m mending, but I need to heal. It was yet another beautiful peach and rose sunset over the… Read more

“Walking” the other night was a disaster. All I saw was death, pestilence, overpopulation, relatives I’d hoped never to run into again, and men I respected drinking frou-frou coffees, bragging about who they were banging and admitting they believe I could be non-human. It was all so wrong. GDA says we weren’t walking then. That, yes, we… Read more

“Oh my GOD! What the FAWK!” And like that he’s here. Well, not God, but Gabriel and I haven’t seen him in a bit so he must be hurting for drama. “What?” his eyes are sparkling. “Three more people just signed up for this event! That makes SIX in the past two days. The deadline… Read more

I appear to be right at home in Grand Junction. With these stress lesions boiling up all over my face, and my ratted hair in desperate need of a trim, I look like any of the meth-heads that flop here. The walls of my folks’ basement are covered with severed, stuffed animal heads. Dez thought they were awesome,… Read more

I walk from the bus stop five blocks up the hill, pleased as punch each day by my lack of pain. Still I picture falling, twisting just the wrong way and landing in a growing pool of my own blood, the ball and shaft of my new hip protruding from my side like a stick… Read more