The wind blows through my hair while I smile and dig my boot spurs into the sides of The Working Man. "Giddyup!" I cry. What a fun day it has been, just a shame the cocaine is beginning to wear off.

"Onward to Wall Street, Stempien!"

I have business to conduct.

The photo has that ephemeral look, and an old, familiar tune comes on shuffle. It’s enough to make you double take and wonder if all of it really happened. Those were certainly the days. His arms are on his hips and she carries an acoustic guitar. Face paint and eyeliner.

Narwhal Jones swims through the ocean.  He is a Narwhal, yes, but even these unicorns of the sea have their share of problems.  Narwhal Stephanie breaks up with Narwhal Jones at the “Halfway Café” as they call it, because it is halfway between both of their apartments.  She cites his pomposity as the reason for the break up.  “I mean, it’s a nice ( Read more... )

She said she hated him.  Secretly, she still loved him.  I can’t really blame her.  “He always stays out late.”  I nod, in silent agreement.  A sudden breeze blows in.  “Did I do something wrong?”  “No Margaret, no, you didn’t.”  It’s difficult loosing your husband.  His name had been Walter.  He had become a coypu.  It had happened quite suddenly ( Read more... )

No one knew how or why, but someone was stealing all the journals. Like many notable crimes, it was performed always in the dead of night. Some attempted to hide their journals in safer places, but these disappeared, if anything, more quickly ( Read more... )

A dog, bearing my address, had come in the mail. I was unaware dogs could be sent in the mail, but then, there it was, right there. I looked at the return address and saw that it was from Aimee. She would do something like this.“Hi Chris, how’re things? Things here are well, but it’s not the same without you”, read the dog. I chuckled and ( Read more... )

"Let's play a game" he said.  "I don't know," she said, "maybe."  "I'll pretend I'm in love with you," he said, "and the object of the game is to never break character."  She didn't really care for the game he had suggested, but thought she'd play along, at least for a while, since there wasn't anything better to do ( Read more... )

She mussed up his hair and suddenly, looking upon him, she blinked, seeing a new boy.  "No, no.  Not right at all.  Who are you?" she said.  He too blinked.  "It's me mama, your son" he said.  "No, that can't be right at all," she said, "He has much straighter hair than you do, and much better manners than you have, I'm sure of it.  No, you a ( Read more... )

It's always been an odd thing to me that I can only buy Girl Scout Cookies during a particular time of the year. They come in and out of season. And that's the weird thing to me. Or perhaps it's not. Maybe - and here I most definitely mean "Why yes, quite." - The world is more magical than I give it credit ( Read more... )

"Quack, quack" Said Duck to Dog.  "Yes, quite."  Agreed Dog, gently catching Ducks hand.  The two walked off into the sunset to who knows where, but some say they began a not-for-profit of in the Himalayas.

The End.