Monday, April 16, 2012

A Rough Sketch of Cowboys and Indians and Zombies

With his index finger and his thumb, Martin Zipper turned his hand into what an adult would consider an “L” turned sideways but what he knew was actually a six shooter, the likes of which John Wayne once used to rule the West. He could still recall the films, could still smell the weird stench that plagued his grandparent’s trailer home, could still hear his grandfather quoting each and every line, could still quote the lines himself. It was hot then; it was hot now, the trailer serving as a metal can that concealed the intolerable Arizona heat with them and the insects that flew in from the open windows. “Bang!” he shouted, “Bang! Bang! I know you’re back there, Johnny!”
“Your bullets can’t go through walls!” a faint voice retorted, failing to even project at the necessary volume.
“Yes, they can!”
“No, only Phil’s can! You already have invisibility!”

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Out of Context Spencer Krug Lyrics

I think over the course of this blog that we have established two things.

         1) It primarily contains my award-winning [citation needed] fiction.
         2) It allows me to communicate with you, the readers.
         3) I can do whatever I want.
Today, I want to post out of context lyrics from various songs penned by musician and mythical figure, Spencer Krug.Why? Because it's poetry or lyrics which inspires my craft or whatever and I'm analyzing them or, you know, not. It's my blog ... that's thing number four that I've establish so far, and as such, I'm allowed to break the rules. And there are no rules.
Krug in his natural habitat.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Books You Should Read

 We interrupt your sporadically scheduled short fiction to bring you this brief message. If you are looking for something to read that does not have "the" "hunger" or "games" in the title, then here are two things that I've read recently that you might enjoy. Enjoy!
Basic Training - Kurt Vonnegut

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Things Duct Tape Can't Fix

Lately, he had developed a hobby of making lists, but he found that the lists too quickly became existential and self-analytical as customary with everything he wrote. The lists were never predicated by an important topic. They were simply the nonsensical rattling off of various items, phrases, actions, people, places, ideas, thoughts, things, street names, animals, theologies, philosophies, roads, foods, songs, bands, movies, office suppliers, composers, painters, third century historians, that related to a particular title which, for reasons unknown, had been lodged in his thoughts, yet as silly as the practice was, he still managed to delve into nihilism with each successive list, to unearth the darkest parts of his soul with lists such as "Ways the Smurfs Convinced Me of the Divinity of the Lord Jesus Christ and His Father, Papa Christ."