Short Stories from Adventureland

While taking a lovely stroll down the beach I was run off the sidewalk by an older gent pushing a stroller with his cocker spaniel looking pretty unimpressed.

To the stout lady asking about the “Will Call line”: It is in fact a real line. No air quotes required.

Drifting in a salt water grave the waves push me back and forth, rocking me gently into submission with their eb and flow. I yearn for land, for a place where I can be warm and dry. It is always in my sight if still ever so slightly out of reach.

I sat in a room last night like I was on trial. I sat there and I watched and I listened to a grown woman lie about things I had said infront to those with the power. I sat there patiently listening to all that she was saying adding each piece of vitriol to my rolodex of reasons why I wouldn’t get to know her; why I wouldn’t let her in. And after all was said and done, after she was done spouting her lies about how mean and cruel I was, she hugged me. It was in that moment of embrasse that I promised to show her just how cruel I could be. 

Must figure out a way to petition Josh Whedon on how to become the Scarlet Witch in Avengers 2 …

You are supposed to be my hero; my knight in shining armor. Yet instead of a sword you use your words to cut so deeply. The cruelest part is that it is not my enemies you slay it is me; with every word in every way. 

I prowl the streets; a Daywalker in human’s clothing. There is no life or warmth to be had from my touch; just the cold chill of an impending death. Yet, in that moment when the day is done and I lay down to rest the night brings me to life with atomic heat radiating throughout my body. Searing away the Daywalker’s skin I succumb to my dreams and let them carry me off to a new life.

The world is on fire. Sizzling. Burning up under the pressure of desperate cries for freedom, peace, equality in the midst of those who want to watch us smolder. We have to ask ourselves is this the breaking point? Is this the moment when we shed our sheep skin to reveal the wolf that lives beneath? 

I sit around and wait for you to realize that I am the one. I weather the glances that deem me pathetic and the eyes that shower me with shame. My love for you means more than all that and I desperately wish you felt the same.

It’s Vampire Cycle and that means it’s time for the monthly battle royale that is the struggle between wanting to eat nothing but pizza and burgers vs. knowing I should proooobably throw a salad or something green in the mix.

Many people go through Life in fear of the day when Death will come to greet them. They place so much weight on everyday to be more extraordinary than the last that they forget to actually live and let the life they hold so dear drift away. I have never jumped on that bandwagon. Life is full of chaos and disaster; a veritable roller-coaster shit storm. Death however, is an inescapable certainty; a guarantee waiting patiently to wrap us in its arms when the time is right. I take great comfort that at the end of all things Death will come to greet me will calm in the wake of Life’s madness.