Excerpt from Stepford Wives and Truffle Queens

An excerpt from a big project I have been working on. I would like to see how it fairs in the real world and possibly get some comments and improvements. I understand that the story is not very apparent (or really there at all), but I would like to know how it reads as a … Continue reading Excerpt from Stepford Wives and Truffle Queens

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A Quick Frenchie

My English professor has a tendency to speak French. There's no warning, no "Hold on to your seats, kids", only a lull in the conversation seducing sleepy students into a stupor. Then suddenly, as if wrung out of her chair like a beaten rag, she would fling herself at the chalkboard and attack it with … Continue reading A Quick Frenchie

More Bedtime Poems for the Undergraduate Soul

A collection of poetry written by a common student dutifully observing the descent into madness of being stuck in school before the holidays. Said student says that every good undergrad should have this book of poetry to fall asleep to. Reviewers say that this book is a must read for everyone who is a student between … Continue reading More Bedtime Poems for the Undergraduate Soul

Poetry for the Undergraduate Soul

A collection of poetry written by a common student dutifully observing the descent into madness of being stuck in school before the holidays. Fire There's a fire across my campus And everyone is getting burned Our veins are bubbling rampant each awaiting our own turn It's the days of Final Judgement Once again prepare the … Continue reading Poetry for the Undergraduate Soul

Scotch, and make it scorching : Short Fiction

A companion piece to: Lady Ostentatious "Scotch, and make it scorching" The bartender peered across the haze of smoky heat waves and sweating accountants to recognize that whatever sat before him was most definitely not a man. "Lady, as the only sober man in this room, I would suggest something a little lighter for your more, … Continue reading Scotch, and make it scorching : Short Fiction

Some good news

Tell me something good and I'll tell you something bad The law of equal exchange doesn't bind me to my act. See, I didn't even try to make that last line rhyme So, what do you suppose would happen If you gave me some time?