Installment 2

Strapped down, forced to endure. Pressure builds, eating my disease. Bright lights end, he hands me a bottle. "2 drops every 4 hours."

I stand alone and sing my song. Spreading joy til she comes along. She stands beside me and shoves me out. Feathers fly as we start a bout.

Full of life yet lifeless. Smooth as glass, rough as
 stone. Some call playground, some call home. 
Born in the mountains, dies in the ocean.


Silently stalking her prey. Feral grin on her feline
face. She hunches in anticipation. Suddenly, she
attacks. The ball of yarn rolls away.


Mindless killing machine. Such destruction from a
tiny piece of metal. Hand grips it, signs a name.
The paper says, "Executive Order."


Always aiming for impossible goals. Reach exceeds
my grasp. I fall to my death, yet again. 
"Game over. Continue?"


Sweat running, blood boiling, horns blaring. It does 
no good. Every day the same thing. Finally a break, 
movement. "Can I take your order?"


His backpack suddenly burst open, spilling its 
contents. He wasn't upset, in fact he was relieved as 
he drifted slowly to the ground.


They marched up to the massive doors, torches and 
pitchforks in hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Frankenstein 
isn't in, may I take a message?"

He sits in the wrecked office. Car smoking, 

gripping the steering wheel. The Optometrist 

taps his window. "Do you have an 

appointment?"

Cut down, stripped, bathed in oil. Planted again

 in a straight line with others. Wires embedded, 

they stand beside the long grey ribbon.

Lightning Fiction

"You seem a little antisocial today." He said. She glared at him, then silently went to her office, closed the door, and lowered the shade. 


Day in and day out, he sat at his computer. He sat there so long, they all left him. His job, his family, his sanity, then his life. 


The slap was loud and painful. Kevin's mind reeled, wondering what he had done to deserve it when the man cried out, "It's a boy!"


His bloody fingers screamed in agony. Near collapse, the adrenaline rush and thunderous din carried him enough to finish his guitar solo.


He shuffled in darkness. Arms outstretched, moaning as he searched. Target found, he lunged. The room lit up as he looked at his broken toe.


The hum grew steadily louder. Even the ground vibrated with it. The train would soon be here, but he was only halfway through the tunnel. 


Far above the street he dangled by a thin rope. Feeling no fear, no depression, just disappointment. "I forgot the windex!" 


"Close the door, you'll let in a draft!" He yelled. "Shut up!" They yelled back, as they finally resealed the airlock. 


His life flashed as a ton of metal flew by, just missing him. He sighed, leaning on a pole with a red octagon on top. 'I hate this job.'


He stole a glance, then quickly climbed into the coffin. Looking up, he thought, 'It's not so bad in here.' Then the lid slammed shut.


Frantic, he drove the car faster. Finally, he saw the flashing yellow lights,slammed the brakes,and said,"Have a nice day at school, kids." 


A shadowy outline of a man silently waits. Hammer falls. Powder explodes. Bullet pierces center. Full of holes, the shadow is thrown away. 


Bound by steel,his captor threw him sideways,up and down. Screaming with the rest,finally it ends. A voice said,"Please exit to the rear." 


"Get out!" Shouted a usually calm secretary. He pulled his white gloves on an invisible rope, past a sign that read, "School for the blind." 


The explosion smashed into his face, as glass flew and metal crumpled. Thrown back into his seat, he thought, 'Thank God for airbags.'