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...
by Sean | Mar 24, 2016 | writing
Once upon a time, primates ruled the jungle. King Obalump, the orangutan, constantly reminded the citizens to accept their societal roles. “As you must know, primates are smarter and therefore comprehend what is paramount for everyone.” The king would often say with...
by Sean | Mar 10, 2016 | writing
Murder is more than my hobby; it is my nemesis. Years of my life have been dedicated to analyzing and understanding the crime of murder. Because of my attention to detail, I am one of the highest paid criminologist consultants in the USA. Local police and even the FBI...
by Sean | Feb 11, 2016 | writing
Where am I? Oh my God, I have an even bigger question. Who am I? The room is a barren cement block and a cot squeaks under my bum. To my right is a porcelain toilet and sink. I stand and notice an empty wastebasket. No wait! It’s not empty. I think I see… yes! A note!...
by Sean | Jan 15, 2016 | humor, writing
The waiting room is sterile. There are no anvils, ACME products or any life-giving melodrama. Some humans are full of inspiration. Not these humans. The producer is a full on J.E.R.K. who doesn’t understand the value of talent. I hate waiting. How do humans endure it?...
