When the blood ran off his hands the war was over, and he turned his eyes to the vast, burning wasteland that marked his wake. He sighed and wiped the dead from his face, the gristle and blood falling inconsequentially onto the crimson soaked earth.
It was time to go home.
He stared at the horizon, a [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘vignettes’
October 9, 2009
One Man’s War
October 5, 2009
Tales of the Apocalypse: The Sergeant
“A-at least I made a difference…” The effort sends blood flecking the boy’s lips. His lungs are slowly filling with blood spilling into Sarge’s lap with every cough. No, you fucking didn’t, Sarge screams, you’re just another useless fucking casualty. But the boy doesn’t hear. His eyes have gone out like the night’s last embers.
Sarge [...]
September 27, 2009
Tales of the Apocalypse: Anna
Anna sank to her knees and brushed the dirt from a hidden plank. She put it aside and stared for a moment at the battered silver travelling case that nestled in the hand dug hole. She took it out, unslung the twine that had hung roughly around her neck for a long time, and fumbled [...]
August 26, 2009
My Death
I wish to be laid in a hollowed out tree, if decor requires it, and lowered into a roughly dug pit, but would very much prefer to be buried with my skin to the dirt so the maggots can get to me and carve me apart in a thousand trajectories of life to build generations [...]
August 19, 2009
Warpaint
The arm handling the steering wheel of the Phantom VI streaking through the desert is covered with tattoos, serpentine and starred with blooms of color. The other arm, which terminates with a Ruger clenched in a tanned hand, is bare and catches the shafts of light thrown by the sunset. A cigarette dangles from a [...]
July 24, 2009
The Rifle
Miguel peered through the rifle’s scope, adjusted the magnification, adjusted for the wind. Locked in the crosshairs, the man, fat from the suffering of his people, sat at breakfast as his plump, laughing wife swept in coffee and scones. He poured syrup on his son’s waffles and cut his daughter’s cantaloupe. He kissed his wife. [...]
July 24, 2009
klowns
I am a writer in kamp klown kollege and I am in the midst of compiling my magnum opus in a chilled cabin filled with orb weavers and deceased recluses. This dissertation takes soul and a half to ream into a living cavalcade of klown kapers and takes no small cars to disappreciate. This is [...]
June 29, 2009
Happiness Inc.
ARE YOU BORED WITH YOUR LIFE? HAS ENNUI ERADICATED YOUR ENTHUSIASM? DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH THE DOLDRUMS? THEN YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE! NASH RUDDIN HAS THE ANSWER TO YOUR PRAYERS!
Fat Mick nodded and his jeweled fingers stroked the mouse. He brushed his pyjama silks and gargled some Dom [...]
June 29, 2009
Milk Found on Side of Road
One morning during his constitutional Nash Ruddin happened upon a mailman bent against his truck bawling next to broken glass and a puddle of milk. “It’s no use crying over spilt milk, old chap,” said Nash as he leaned a shoulder on the truck. He took a pipe from his blazer and proceeded to tap [...]
June 19, 2009
Knight Errant
“Varlet!” cried the rastaknight as he placed his hempen boot upon the sword boy’s proffered forehead and drew the enormous broadsword which wavered in moonlight like opalescent smoke. Its wielder reeled backwards under the sheer weight of its legend, his bones leaden with the burden of contending with the valorous knights of lore who carried [...]
June 19, 2009
Click It Or You’re a Dick
On a lark, Alf stepped into a tarot parlour, and emerged with a perplexing portent: heed the little messages of life for temporary pain followed by bounty, but to disregard is to invite extreme misfortune. Alf shrugged and hit the road.
“License and insurance, please, sir,” the police officer said as he approached the open driver’s [...]
June 17, 2009
Another Morning at the Diner
“Do you really taste like buttercrisps, Mister Melvin?”
The short order cook named Melvin Buttercrisps looked crisply at the redheaded girl with her freckled hands on the edge of the counter. He brought a hairy forearm to his mouth and gnawed. “Damned if I know. Tastes like rancid grease, but then the tastes of gods are [...]
June 16, 2009
A Japanese Radioactive Monster in the Land of Giants
The Japanese Radioactive Monster finds himself in the Land of Giants. Upon hearing this he pounds his tail and rubs his grimy claws together the best he could, exclaiming, “I do believe I will feel much at home here in the Land of Giants—ow!”
What was it that stung him, feeling very like the impacts of [...]
June 16, 2009
Late Morning at the Diner
The short order cook lounged with an elbow on the counter, idly smoking a cigarette while bacon fat congealed on a half eaten plate. A lisping little red haired girl with a pretty gapped smile whose name he could never remember came up to him with her freckled hands on the edge of the counter [...]
June 4, 2009
The Empty Coffee Pot
After clocking in I found my co-workers in the break room.
They were arranged around the coffee machine in a somber half-circle.
“It’s empty,” I said over their shoulders.
“For the first time in years.” That was Alison, daubing at red eyes with a tissue.
“Jim died last weekend,” said Louise.
“Who the fuck is Jim?” I wanted to know.
This [...]
June 4, 2009
New Spring
In the plain where mandrakes spring from the loam to dance in the burgeoning purple thunderheads of new spring, the crone huddled in her gourd shaped house, surrounded by rounded, organic things. A traveling bible salesman knocked at her door, his red galoshes trailing biting snakes fang trapped in deep rubber. Waggling a finger, [...]
June 3, 2009
Space Orgone
The blue klaxons sounded on the SS Voyeur and parents scrambled their children to robotic nannies before making their way to the sex chapel where a crowd was gathering under the orgone blue dome, voices calling out deviantions.
“Feetishists afoot!” “Leather and spandex devotees bunch here!” “Strokes for Masturbatin’ Voyeurs!” “Role-players (No geeks!)” “GILFS and DILFS [...]
