fremont writer's block

This stupid Wawa is a sight for sore eyes. After all the hectic shit I’ve been through during the past few days, even this boring sight is something that makes me feel at ease. But I can’t enjoy that feeling for too long. I am still on the run after all… I grab the snacks Kerra asked for before moving toward the packed cold foods in the middle. Nora and Xion were completely clueless when I asked…

“What’s with the poster Doc?”“Ah, it was a gift. A souvenir from Croissant’s last trip. I’m not one to really idle over beautiful scenery, but it makes the office look less bland, so I thought I’d hang it up.” It was Lappland’s turn to “watch out” for me. Some operators were told to take shifts watching out for my security, but they end up feeling like really long, really casual therapy sessions……

A gentle amber glow lightly illuminated the cabin of the plane. The metal beast reversed at its own pace and lurched into position, preparing to take flight. The passengers were weary, withered from the delays of the day. Their bodies slouched and slumped back in their seats, heads supported by bean filled neck pillows.  Ron was no different. Bundled up for the bite of Canadian winter, he did…

Wolves hunt in packs. Mondo once lived by it, but his pack died by it. To work together, depend on each other. That was the code of The Wolves. But every night, Mondo thought about how he had failed them. He could smell their blood in his dreams, burning iron rising from their charred corpses. They were sheep, and he was the shepherd that led them to the slaughter. Nobody saw it coming. That…

Just as I thought, I had enough money to rent out a hotel room. The room itself was spacious and clean, but lacked a second bed for us two wandering women, at least, that’s what I thought she was. All seemed comfy cozy until I found out that the damn lights didn’t work. One flip of the switch and the bulb bursted like a force fed balloon. The desk lamp worked though, albeit dimmer than my distant…

The city lights were brighter than ever that night, their neon reflections on the surface of the bay staring up at the clouds that glared back overhead. The water rippled whenever a bird shat as it flew by, but you could hardly notice even if you tried. And there I was, smoking through two packs every half hour just so I could keep myself warm, leaning on a bridge that gave me the view of a…

Cliff always loved sunsets. He would stare out at them on his little hill, overlooking the city, its warm rays draping over the tallest buildings like a satin blanket. He would bask in its glow, soaking up as much light as he could before the horizon captured the sun. The oranges and yellows danced like fire as they engulfed the sky. Cliff was happy then. He was happy because he could always…

Midnight Rainbows

Usually you only see rainbows after the storm, the beams of sunlight bonding with the raindrops, generating something that mesmerized small children and adults alike. And yet, on this quiet night, a rainbow stood before me; not in an arc that leaps over a mountain, but in blotches and blocks, clumped together on this little street corner. The reds and yellows and blues…

Something Rotten by turtle

Where the sand met the water, the sea calmed and serene green captured the ocean. Light refracted off the top in an annoying fashion aiming for Mae’s eyes. Staring out into the beautiful free ocean, where she could see trade ships roaming and ospreys flying, made her situation feel quite shit. Already sitting at the table was Comandante Ramos, dressed in his typical…

The Earth was spinning. Not in the conventional sense. Not in the way everyone was used to and certainly not in the way Beth was used to. No. This spinning was not of Earth. This spinning was the kind of spinning that grabs you by the retinas and shoves them in a blender. What was this room? Why was she in it. Beth had to stand up. She hadn’t realized she was on her ass until she found out the…

I have traveled around and seen my share of monuments and they — almost always — steal my breath and bombard my sensual horizon, reminding me why they’re considered monumental.  The Statue of Liberty is — in this regard — an outlier.  From a postcarded cinematic recall, I have alwaysthought — or assumed — that lady liberty was something you can visit and stand in shadow as your neck cramps from…

My Praise

Journal entry #1203 (date unknown)

I, somehow, survived the zombie apocalypse for, roughly, 2,412 days — give or take. Do I have a story or two to tell, certainly,  I saw some shit.  In a nutshell, Gods world turned inside out and then ate inside.  And, to be direct, I am talking about zombie priests eating their parishioners, even the baby playing baby Jesus from their nativity tableau…

On Saturdays, it was natural for my mother and I to go somewhere for four hours and do something, while my father attempts to sell the house in hopes of prosperity. After countless years of fighting and quarreling, things seemed to be moving along quite smoothly. Well, that’s until this last Saturday. Usually, we’d just go to the mall as she shops for hours on end while I wait on my phone playing…

T Mind and Omegabrain 4: That’s The Cool Color

T Mind and Omegabrain 4: That’s The Cool Color turtle

“It’s over Omegabrain! You’re finished!”

“Don’t worry about me, Omegabrain! Save the city!

Omi was shocked. The nefarious Skipper had pulled the ultimate power move; if his media would not be played on the local radio station, he would bomb the station. With T Mind trapped across the city, Omi was confronted with a choice: T Mind, or save the…

“Oh wow, this is brilliant – great proposal!” proclaims Roger, “I like all the details and even — bite my tongue —  the Dick Clark hologram idea, but it’s missing the nuanced details to really sell it…ya you know what I mean?” Gale raises his arm with outstretched pointer finger and touches his lips, as his brow narrows downward, as if he is about to ponder this question. But, then as his finger…

Confetti Storm! turtle

Ale worked a series of odd jobs for Mojo money, but this one took odd by the horns and rode it to crazy town. The bourgie Times Square crowded around the NBC cameras to try and make it onto national television, pretending to enjoy themselves until the ball dropped and everyone could go to an after party. The Square itself reeked because the City made the bold and brash…

Manly Tears turtle

Wade was weird kid. He came by every weekday at around 3 PM to say hi and sit by the fire to just talk. When the clock struck 5, he’d walk home by himself. Wade’s parents were okay people when they weren’t working. When Boppy still had the money to have a home, they were nice neighbors and baked him cookies every Christmas. If they were around for Christmas, anyway. He’d just…