“But what if I want to pull my knife out?” Jenna asks, looking upwards into her father’s eyes. Joey bends down on one knee, laying Carmac, the huge serrated knife he always carries with him, down on the floor to his right, grabbing his daughter’s left shoulder, “The urge is always there, sure, … Continue reading Lucky Number 7
The knife lays at the floor by her feet. She picks it up and turns it around so it points downwards.
I couldn't fit this into any category I currently have and didn't want to create a category just for this one thing. This is an idea for a cigarette commercial I had when I was 16 and a fairly heavy smoker. Changed it up just a bit since then. Enjoy! - Joey <Perfect Day by … Continue reading Just What You Sow
I'm listening to Lamb of God right now so if this comes out reading angry, my bad. Omerta. Wow! One year...well, kinda. There was a few months there where I didn't write much of anything, maybe once or twice. Depression is very real and debilitating, in case you haven't noticed. I want … Continue reading State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary
She threw her arms up, trying to break free as she stood up. Red eyes brimming over with tears, hair in pigtail braids, flailing her arms wildly in her yellow raincoat, she stomped her foot in her little ducky galoshes, “I won’t leave her daddy! I won’t I won’t I won’t-“
Your reflection briefly passes on the blank television screen. The lights are off, which makes it that much more eerie. "Carol?" I call towards the doorway from my bathroom. Wet and cold, dripping with water fresh from the shower; I feel so vulnerable. The reflection shows again, walking past the lighted doorway mirroring me. A … Continue reading Your Face Is Momentary.
His brown aviator glasses hanging carelessly from the second button down. Beige cargo shorts and sandals with black socks; his tan line looks recent.