I scroll the scroll-wheel-

I click the cursor-

I press the arrow keys-

I turn up the display brightness-

I turn down the speakers-

I turn off the lights-

I turn on the second monitor-

I prepare to look at my screen for another hour.-

"Detective, are you sure this is even worthwhile? It's just your average run and gun,"

"Believe me, he had a motive. What it is, I do not know. yet."

"How can you be sure? after all, we have no clues, only a dead body and lots of blood."

"I... I don't …

'Why are we here?'

'I dunno'

................................

"Pokemon cards?"

"Check!"

"Vodka tonic?"

"Check!"

My dreamcatcher failed.

Saw mommy again.

Caught while swimming with a friend

hauled up onto shore

chopped up and thrown in the fryer

and consumed with ketchup

dead, in a stomach.

"Shoot me," she screamed.

He did.

........................

Underneath the floor, the adventure commences.

..............................

Roll, Roll, ROLL down the hill

'how far along are we?' Asked a small voice in his cart.

'about a mile.' The farmer answers.

Oh no! a road block!

'Just where do you think you're going in such a hurry,' Says the guard.

'Escaping the city! The army is coming…

Once upon a time i was a ficler

ficling on ficly

but one day

it vanished

there was a memorial

I wanted my ficly back.

“Have you heard the army is coming?” The mouseman began to panic. He grabbed the woven grass hat on his head and squatted down, ready to sprint back to his cart and his family.

“No, have you?”

“I did spy a patrolmouse. He was headed for the perimeter. Had…

The snow blew violently in my face and tried to lift the hood of my coat off my stocking capped head. The dog pulled on his leash and jogged to the nearest tree trunk, forcing his owner, me, to jog behind him. He lifted his leg and marked the base of the …

"Hurry," she breathed, sucking the layer of glimmer and light away from my internal countenance entirely.

Lying on the chalky rug covered in footprints, a boy was seizing in my living room . He was drunk. I wasn't. I didn't even know him.

"In the bag," …

"Hey," came a less than confident voice, "How about you stop, or else...you know...the fighting, and stuff."

Three surly thugs looked from their would be victim, a timid businessman, to see a lone figure clad in impossible armor standing under the street…

When all other allies

Abandon my cause

I practice my howling

And sharpen my claws

With tears hidden closely

Behind shadowed doors

I plan perfect revenge

And haunt distant shores

What lying companions

That called themselves friends

All face hidden from me

…

Younger me was a stronger me, I think. There is a determination, I have always suspected, to convince oneself that the passage of time has given at least as much as it has taken away - youth for wisdom, for example. Naivete for experience, perhaps.

But i…

Story is marked as mature

He eased himself onto the plastic seat in the waiting room – seemingly every hospital on the planet used the same, uniquely uncomfortable seating – and cradled her in his lap. It took a long time before she stopped crying and longer still before the shive…

The diesel motor ran loud. It drowned out the rattling of the nearby chain link fence. The distant cars in the review mirror slid by noiselessly.

And still we waited.

The dry drone of the news complained of the usual terror attacks in other countries: a…

Whispering, whispering, always whispering. Inseparable pair, sharing secrets, tales, complaints. They don't want me to hear. Why? Is it about me?

I shouldn't try to listen. I shouldn't let it bother me. I can do things how I want, disregard, disregard th…

I spun around in lazy, mostly elliptical, circles. Enough time had passed--years, decades?--that I couldn't remember being caught. Orbiting her was an honor, a duty, a pleasure, a pain. It was all I knew. I kept watch because I didn't have a choice. I was…

Before I had known her

Before I could see

Before we had met

Before there were three

Before she had run

Before she could tell

All had been good

All had seemed swell

and then...

Clearly I saw it

Surely I could see

It covered her face

The way she smiled…

Tonia saw the tiny robotic bug skitter underneath the sealed metal door and into the Writing Room. Xe knew that there remained less than a minute before the fuse it carried would reach the bomb and tear the room to flinders, and Grace along with it. Tonia…

She came home and began to write by the light of a candle:

When it started, my forced adulthood, I chose solitude after a childhood of endless interruptions of privacy; we were abandoned by Father and death took Mother away. As soon as I could find a way,…

Of course there are many who fear and hate Jason Voorhees, the masked killer from Crystal Lake; he brought many to misery and worse. It's only natural.

However, there are also fans who consider Voorhees a jolly good fellow--an opinion that, they feel, nob…