by Sean | Jun 24, 2016 | writing
I don’t know what’s real anymore. What if I am the only real entity of my kind on this planet and everyone else is an alien spying on me. No wait! Please don’t go. I don’t mean you. Maybe it’s just the two of us or a handful of us. Maybe it’s only the poor people on...
by Sean | Jun 2, 2016 | children, humor, writing
There is a secret word that people use to describe when a baby throws-up on you. It is called “Posit.” It may be short for “deposit” but it is nothing like the experience you get when putting money in the bank. It is more like the experience you have when asking for a...
by Sean | May 6, 2016 | humor, writing
Dappled afternoon light seeps through my angled window blinds. I close my eyes and sigh as my cartoonish theme song mysteriously begins to play. It somehow always let’s me know when a new case is about to begin. On cue, there is a knock at my door. “Come on in,” I...
by Sean | Apr 21, 2016 | writing
I’m laying on a stiff bed, in a stark, yet brightly-lit, hospital room. My head is pounding and the base of my spine aches and tingles. The sting of Lysol and Clorox burns my throat and nose. Two stern men in black suits, leer at me. My flesh is crawling. I don’t know...
by Sean | Apr 7, 2016 | humor, writing
I’m paying my way through college with the poker money I make from my dorm-mate. I hate his guts and not merely because he is filthy rich, but because he doesn’t know the value of money. He scatters it like seeds, instead of putting it to good use. Rodriguez is the...
