Hairy Palms
You know, I could just kill Michael J. friggin’ Fox. Bad enough to discover your family’s history of lycanthropy on your fourteenth birthday without all those…
The Moon Made Me Do It
That is the title of another blog I write. My birthday in October is a full moon. I was born under a full moon on a Tuesday morning, so I have ample reason to blame the moon for anything. What do you blame the moon for? It can be poetry or prose. Now, studmuffin, I can hear you trying to work "mooning" into this challenge already. Have fun. The harvest moon is approaching.
Challengers
6 entriesA Weird Thing Happened On My Way To the Moon.
The old man clenched his teeth, at the thought of one more humiliating honor. Forty years of living a lie had taken a toll on the senior statesman. He sat back…
Straight Between the Eyes
“Please don’t make me, I don’t want to, I, I can’t.” I was almost sobbing, looking up at the large pale orb in the sky. But it just stared back, letting me…
Lunacy!
The moon made me accidentally post this while I was experimenting with italics. Now, it cannot be killed.
new moon, new me
you know what? screw it. screw it all! i knew that your love for me was fake. i knew it and i let myself be led around on a leash, jumping at your heels…