649: Of Spiders and Dinosaurs

There was only half of a spider in the doorway. The other half of the doorway was on the windowsill, or maybe smashed across Wendell’s newspaper. At any rate, it wasn’t in the doorway anymore. Which should have been a relief, except for the large bat that appeared where where the spider had been. Wendell…

648: The Body

On Tuesday Jeremy went out to get the cows. It was a fairly normal thing for Jeremy to do on Tuesdays. In fact, it would be a normal thing for Jeremy to do on Wednesday or Thursday. But this particular day was a Tuesday, and Jeremy was getting the cows. He was about halfway down…

647: Bad Constitution

Legally, this would be considered plaguarism. But who cares about laws anyway? I don’t give a damn ’bout the constitutionWas written in the past, so obliterate itYou’re living in the past there’s a new venerationAnd I can do what I want to doAnd that’s what I’m gonna do And I don’t give a damn ’bout…

644: A Toast To The Workers!

A little over a year ago now I left my job. I didn’t have any concrete prospects at the time, but I was sure something would come up. Sure enough, after a few frustrating months, I found work doing something similar to what I had been doing before. At the time was working with one…

643: Waste Not, Want Not

I took another lick off of my fudgsicle and stared out at the dry prairie grass. I was hoping to see a prairie dog or something, but all I saw was a bunch of grass, swaying in the wind. I looked at it for another minute or so, and then I felt something dripping onto…

Bible Stories #10: Too Many Frogs

Once upon a time, A princess kissed a frog and the frog became a handsome prince. The point being that frogs really aren’t that bad. At least, not so bad that it’s impossible for a hoity-toity princcess to screw up her lips and kiss one. But millions upon millions of frogs? Yeah, that’s not great.…

642: The Serenity of A Blank Page

“There is something about the serenity of a blank page that is absolutely breathtaking.” Thought Megan, as she stared down at her empty sheet of paper. Words just weren’t coming to her this evening. “And even if they did,” she mused, “I could never write anything as lovely as this blank she of paper.” It…

641: When September Ends

Dear reader, I am currently in a synthetic suspension of consciousness, which began at 11:59 PM on Tuesday, August 31st 2021. I plan on remaining in this state for the entire month of September, please wake me up on October 1st. Anything which I write on this blog over the course of the next month…