All Things To All People
Pieces of fiction.
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I don’t know what it was. It was just an empty grasp and yet it grabbed me and held on tight and would not let go no matter what I did or how I screamed or shrieked. It held on tighter and…
“CLOSE THE DOOR! DO YOU MIND? I’M USING THE BATHROOM!”
I suppose I should have figured this is what it’d be like. There’s even a Twilight Zone about it with the guy who’s the last guy on earth and he wants to read but then his glasses break. Luckily, I don’t have…
Folks who know me know I’ve got a bit of an obsession with different people doing the same thing different ways, particularly when it comes to pieces of art. I love collaborative art projects where people are given the same base idea/constraint/whatever…
“Hey, it’s me again.” “Oh, uh, hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?” “Not much, you know, same ol’ same ol’. Just, you know, bein’ a house. That’s all.” “Ah, yeah — how’s that workin’ out for you?” “Pretty…
G’wan, git! I’m busy here — leave! You’re still here? Why are you still here? Don’t you understand English?
“Please pass the milk, please.” “Stop it!” “Please pass the milk, please.” “I know that’s all you can say. There isn’t any milk here.” “Please pass the milk, please.” “It’s not even proper grammar!”
So like OK I was there right and just mindin’ my own business when all of a sudden bam just like outta nowhere this guy comes up and slugs me right in the face and i’m like man, I can’t even see…