“Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.”
Abraham Lincoln Lincoln’s Own Stories
16th president of US (1809 – 1865)
Matthew, Matty (Poop) Skyles was born in the spring of 1970 in the Little Duck Key hospital, just outside [...]
Archive for December, 2007
Shadows of Truth
December 28, 2007Almost Lovers
December 26, 2007A furrowed brow is never good; even more so when held over two steaming plates of linguine and clams but that is where we find them; two people, picking away in silence at plates of pasta and clams with furrowed brows in the candlelight.
They were neither young nor old; he was several years older [...]
Little Safe Words
December 26, 2007Little Safe Words
In·di·an giv·er (noun)
An offensive term for somebody who gives something back and then asks for its return.
The rhythmic cry came from multiple voices, rising into the air from the playground asphalt.
“Indian giver.”
“Indian giver.”
“Indian giver.”
“Indian giver.”
Claire ran away from the taunting chant, tears dripping down her twelve year old face and out [...]
Everything I know About Women- A Nutshell-
December 20, 2007Christ Mikey looked like death warmed over I thought as I handed him his drink with one hand and threw the blankets and pillows on the couch where he sat with the other. God, he still reeked of smoke. It was late, the house was quiet and I didn’t want to wake her so we [...]
My Mothers Secret Trade- Flash Fiction
December 19, 2007My mother is a whiz with numbers. She loves numbers and early on, she has told me many times, knew she would be what she is. My mother was the CFO for one of the largest corporations in the United States. She didn’t just crunch numbers on a daily basis, she made them do [...]
Where Old Cars Are Parked
December 18, 2007Where Old Cars are Parked and the Wind Keeps Whispering Your Name.
It was the last of a dying breed. Many would say the last of its kind. Yeah man, Litman’s Drive-In at the east end of town was finally, after all these years, closing down next month. Fifty years of 50 foot romance, knee [...]
MadMan on the Lamb
December 17, 2007My name is Pablo. If I told you my real name you would remember me as a child. My parents were very famous; you might have watched their funeral service on television last week as I did. Of course I wanted to go to the services; I loved my parents very much. Very much indeed. [...]
Rock Stars Have No Names
December 13, 2007Fuck I hate the rain, sounds like the laughter of God coming down and pounding my head one drop at a time. It wasn’t always like that of course, no sir. A few years back, when I had a nice house, pretty little wife and a newborn little boy- you know, things that mattered- I [...]
Lyrics like Failed Love Reminders- flash fiction
December 13, 2007“Sometimes there is no moral to the story; sometimes, it’s just a bunch of stuff that happens.”
-Homer Simpson
I lay in bed smoking a joint as she fondled my cock, still semi-hard and sticky sweet with our combined sex, her long and tanned legs draped lovingly over my own and I waited, with weary anticipation, [...]
Hallucination
December 7, 2007Hallucination
A semi-true account of a boy at sea.
By Mark Mika
I had been on board the massive ship for only 5 hours. The wide blue water of the Mediterranean behind me as I sat on the fantail, smoking a cigarette, and stared in silent awe as we passed Gibraltar to our port and headed out to [...]
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