Slut

She thought he was the one, the one she loved. She had never felt this way before with anyone else. They got married, had a
kid, lived in suburbia. He left her one day, she fell apart. Now she lives in a dirty, crappy apartment in the city. She tries
to find a new love, but all she gets is empty, emotionless sex with strangers. Her son lives with her ex. They still live in
that nice two story house. She thinks about them some times. Mostly when she is getting fucked by some guy whose name she
can't remember.

Peace Talker

He talked of peace, of bliss, of happiness. He was idolized by anyone who heard him. They would say he is the man of the
century, he will stop this unruly war. To them he was a saint, to them he could do no wrong. He could talk his way out of any
argument, stop a fight with words not his fist. He was a great man. He would go home, away from his podeum, and drink a little
to calm down from his daily struggle, then beat his wife when she slipped up.

Idol

She idolismed this movie star, whatever the star did she had to do it. if the star was drinking vodka martienies then that night the she would be as well.when the star went vegan she did it with out a care.one day the movie star was caught in a sex tape. that night she found a boy and had sex with him, she was fourteen he was thirty-seven.

Healthy

She was a health freak. Everything had to be organic and low fat. She never touched fast food or anything processed.
She prided herself on her low weight and healthy appearance. She had no friends because of her way of griping at their
unhealthy habits or bragging about her new lowest weight. She died alone because of her healthy habits.

Unknown

He threw up on the bus ride home from work. When he got home his wife said he didn't look so well and that he should go
lay down. He fell asleep in a feverish sweat. When he woke up he arose from his bed wet and cold, but feeling better. The next
day it happened again, and again on the next day. Over and over it happened, never stopping. The cycle continued, he went to
doctor after doctor. They all said the same thing.
"You are sick with a cold you need to rest."
He died a month after he first started feeling ill. A week later the doctors found out that he had a rare disease that
was unknown at that time, they named the disease after him.

Fake Plant

He lived in the city all his life. He had never set foot out of it. It was his home. He longed for something though.
Something fresh, something free. He ate at a diner down his street every night. The farthest he would go from his house was
his office building five streets down. He wanted to break free from his routine, but he could not. He would go from work to
the diner. The only communication he had was talking to the pretty waitress at the diner. She was getting married in june
of next year.
When he went home he sat and stared at his wall. All he had in his appartment was a bed and a fake plant. The plant
was the closest thing to him. He saw himself in the plant. It looked real. It blew in the wind, it had flowers, but it wasn't
real. He wasn't real.
One night he awoke from his sleep hours before he had to go to work. He was confused because he usually woke up right
on time to get ready for work and leave. He walked over to the plant, and threw it out the window. He ran out of his apartment,
he was still in his boxers and t-shirt. He ran to the street and was his plant lying there on the ground. It still looked
alive, he knew it wasn't. He started running, past the diner with the pretty waitress, past his office building. He set foot
on streets that his feet had never touched. He was not lost, he was not afraid. He kept running. With every step he took he
felt alive again. His plastic case was breaking and inside a real person was growing. When he made it to the city limmits he
saw the green of the grass and the smell of sweet, fresh, unpolluted air. He was alive, he wasn't fake anymore.

Wake up

One day he got home from work.
He fell asleep.
He never woke up.

Flowers

He loved this girl, but he never told her. She started hanging out with the wrong crowd, but he still loved her. She
became a whore and started doing drugs, but he still loved her. She died of an overdose in a street gutter, he stills goes to her grave and lays down flowers.

Feminist

She said she was a feminist. She said that all men are pigs, and that all they wanted was sex. Every month she bought
the same type of magazines with the bold titles of "Sixteen Sex Positions" or how to "Trim Your Body for the Session."

Writers notes

Ok so heres whats going on I got a job so my updates going to be off and on for a bit. just on till I can get all the stories I have typed up and edited. I'm sorry again for the lack of stories these past weeks we shall return to normal onces I get settled. Most likely I will have a new story up Thursday or late Wednesdays. sorry again too anyone that reads this.

Flash of Light

He was a stalker. He loved way too much. When he saw a girl it was always love at first site. One day he saw his angel,
the girl he knew he had to get. Two weeks later he was in the bush across the street from her house. He knew she was starting
to get suspicious, he had to make his move. He jumped out of the bushes to a screaming horn and a flash of lights.

Sorry

Sorry there will be no post this week we will return Monday April 30th.

Throw up

She was so excited, it was her first date. The boy was popular and she thought he was very hot. He came to pick her up,
and she threw up on him.

Caveman

He was the CEO of a big business, it's been in my family for years. He was proud of what he had done with my life. He had a good
family and a great job, but things started to go sour on Hes fourth year of running my company. The people that bought His
product stopped buying it. They found out that it was cheaper to make their own instead. This is about the time that He
started cheating on his wife with his secretary. Five months after, his company went bankrupt, his wife found out about his affair,
and his secretary left him because he had no more money. He homeless now. He has no family they despise my existence. His father
hasn't spoken to him since the company closed under his management. He lay down on the cold street sidewalk. he doesn't wake up.
He is frozen like a caveman.

Train Platform

There was a man that fell asleep on a subway. He rode it for miles and miles until it stopped. At the end of the line
the shaking of the train awoke him. He stepped off on to a platform he did not know and walked off into a town that was
unknown. He was lost, he never made it home.

Witch

She was beautiful, and he hated it. She would treat him like shit because she was popular and he wasn't. They used to
be best friends, next door neighbors. They were the kind of kids you that knew someday would be high school sweethearts and
get married. Their friendship died when they entered the sixth grade and she started getting more friends. Boys started
noticing her, and she loved it all. He stayed behind, he was shut in the dark. Now she pretended that their past never
happened. He hated her and what she had become. One day he had enough of her shit. She was in his face yelling at him when
they got off the bus. She was saying

"I should be the first one off the bus, I am better than you, so I should be the first off." He punched her in the face
and broke her nose when it healed it was crooked as a witch. He laughed every time he saw her and said,

"Now she looks more like how she acts."

Gray

She loved colors, she especially loved yellow. She painted her whole house yellow. One day she woke up and all she saw
was gray.

HeadAche

His head hurt. His head hurt so bad. It was like thousands of trains screeching in his head, but he tried to live with
it. He tried to tough it out, but the pain was so immense. After a week he was convinced to go to a doctor. The doctor found
nothing wrong with him. He was fired from his job because he could not work with this pain. He sat all day trying to get his
head to stop. Several days passed, and he shot himself but missed. He just grazed his scalp. Now he sits in a mental hospital
with earplugs to drown out the screeching and crying himself to sleep.

Destined for Hell

When he was young, his parents told him he was destined for greatness, that he could be anything he wanted to be. When he was in the eighth grade he found out he was gay. His parents told him that he was destined for hell.

Light

He cant sleep with the lights on. even the tiniest speck of lights keeps him up all night. He lived in a city of lights, but not by choice. He stabbed himself in the eyes to finally rest them.

The Disease

There was a girl in my class, she had AIDS. She got the disease from her father. When she was five he used to touch her and
one day he got the the balls to go too far. He did not know at the time that he had aids, but he did. He gave her the news on
her 12th birthday, some birthday present. When the school found out it spread like a cancer. No one spoke to her we were all
naive at the time. The only contact she had with classmates was with the ones who picked on her. Every day for four years
they teased and picked on her, until one day she had enough. She cut herself and stabbed the boy that picked on her the most.
She died shortly after. The boy lived on, but had the disease. The cops went to her house to tell her parents what had
happened. They found her father on the couch decapitated for what he did to her. Her mother was found with her head smashed
in for letting it all happen.

Chop Sticks

There was an Asian boy in a sixth grade class. No one would talk to him, they thought he was weird.
He would sit alone at lunch and eat his food with chopsticks. Being the first generation to be born in American,
his parents were originally from China. They still enforced eating with chop sticks as teaching of the child's heritage.
Other kids made fun of him for eating with chopsticks. They would call him names and make fun of him. One day, the boy
was dragged by three other boys out behind the slide and sodomized with his chopsticks. The boy never went back to school
he was too afraid of the embarrassment that was there. He killed himself soon after the incident. After that, every year on
the day the Asian boy died, the three boys went out to his grave and repay their debt by doing to themselves what they had
done to him. They died at the age of thirty-six from prostate cancer.

Not Guilty

A man was awaiting trial for the killing of his wife and two daughters. He was allowed to take a bath while the jury made their decision. He drowned himself out of guilt for his lost family. The jury said he was not guilty.

Awakening

So there I am, pissing away all this money at some simple game where you throw a dime into a random hole
and if you are lucky you get your dime back.

"Why is he doing this?" you might be asking yourself. Hell, you might be asking who the fuck I am.

Well, you see, I am no one in particular. Well, I was until about a week ago. A week ago I was just
another white collar desk working man. I would go to work at nine and sit in a cubical for hours processing
numbers. This was the only odd thing about my life back then. Me, a man who had to take algebra
in high school three fucking times. What am I doing with my life counting numbers for some company that,
to tell the truth, I did not know what we did? All I did was make sure the first number divided by the second
number was not larger than the last number. If it was I wrote the section down and put it in a file and that's it.
No one came and got the file, it just sat their with the others. Five years worth of files that no one would look
at.

At noon I got up and went to lunch. It was always at noon and always on the second "coocoo" from the unknown
man that shared the cell-... Cubical next to me. I would get up and walk out the left door. Never the right; The
right was for entering never exiting. I would sit in the back of the lunch room to the left. I always had the same
lunch back then. Ham and cheese on whole wheat bread, an apple, and a coke. I was a grown adult, yet I was still
eating the same lunch that kids are eating in elementary schools.

After I ate, I would go through the door to the right and get back to work. The only other thing that would
take me away from my work was a quick bathroom break at two-thirty. As you can tell, I wasn't a very popular person
at my work. Just like school, I kept to my self. It was my work ethic that kept me from being social, I guess.
My father always told me that your work represents your life, so I worked my best so people would know my life
was the best. It wasn't. When I would go home to my empty one-bedroom apartment at five-thirty, I would sit and
watch TV or read a book until I got tired and went to bed around nine-fifteen usually, but here's were my life
changed as I mentioned earlier.

Last week I awoke at nine which was the time I need to be at work. I look at my alarm clock, but it was not there.
I search my room, but found nothing. I thought it would be odd if I was robbed and they just took my clock.
So I rushed and got to work at nine-thirty. For the first time, my boss, whose face until that time I had only seen once
when he introduced himself at the time he was hired two years ago, was in my face yelling at me for being late.
I punched him in the face. Well, it was not me, it was like an out-of-body experience. I watched myself do it, but I
wasn't there to do it. I hit him in the jaw, snapping it like a wishbone. He was laid out on the floor. His jaw hit all
the way to the right. He wasn't dead, I just knocked him out. I went to my desk and took the files. The files of my misery
and wasted life. I remembered after picking up the first stack that my whole life in this working hell was just a waste.
No one cared if I died or lived. Hell, my job was probably so that they had enough people, so no one wold get suspicious of
what they were really doing. (I found out later after I left my job that they sold crack cocaine to the middle east).
I took the files and piled them around my passed out boss. As I was doing this, people kept trying to stop me.
It was funny because no one really knew my name. They tried though, I guess that counts. After all the files were
around him, I lit a match and watched that fucker burn. It was about this time that people ran from the building,
and it was about this time that I robbed the safe that my boss had under his desk. You learn a lot after five years.
I ran out of the building. The fire was growing and it had started to spread to the cubical.

That was a week ago, and I haven't been caught yet. Now I'm gambling this money, because I don't know what else to do.