He never picked up his wet towels off the bathroom floor,
no matter how many times I asked.
He never left the toilet seat down after he used it,
no matter how many times I implored.
Category: Fiction
The End is Nigh! … Again
The other day, Barack Obama, President of the U-nited States of America, stated his support for same-sex marriage. Here is what did not happen as a result to that affirmation: The world did not stop […]
The Blue Tarpaulin
The blue tarpaulin crinkled as he lay down. Cold night air tried to bite at his bare skin but he felt nothing. He positioned himself next to her, arms almost touching. They both looked up […]
D-Men (sample chapter)
1. Dave was hot. He rolled over in bed to the sight of his wife’s face. Dolores looked like she had just run a marathon with all funds raised going to the tired and […]
The Last Laugh
The crowd responded with laughter and applause. Some rolled off their chairs into the aisles—their sides, along with delicate bladders, on the verge of bursting. A few dashed to the amenities and made it just […]
Nine Ways to Kill Barry
A short screenplay. After a devastating break-up, Lucy finds an unusual way to get over her ex.
Lisa Rufus 