Nathan's

Joey plunged the hotdog into the water and watched it expand before pulling it out and cramming it into his already full mouth.

Chewing furiously he imagined himself a viking destroying his enemy, piercing through soggy armor and rubbery flesh with spear-like incisors. He fought only to kill. To send his opponent like its twenty-seven brethren before it, to the bowels of hell.

Joey grabbed the cup and pulled deep, not minding the soggy chunks of bread collecting on his lips before slamming it back down. He braced himself for the melee of approaching challengers .

Only forty more to go.

Heaven Above

The day i tried to fly, was the day i met God.

"Poor creature," he said, "did I not give thee sense to know thou art not a winged bird?"

i stared into indescribable eyes and saw everything - comprehending nothing.

"My child, did I not give thee legs to carry thyself across solid earth?"

i marveled at bottomless robes, praying to see what was beyond.

"I am Creator of the Universe, Life, Knowledge. Yet thou art compelled, dissatisfied by what I know not. What could exist that I would not bestow unto thee?

"Lord," i said "...curiosity."

Collect Call

The topic this week was: On the Line

Jack sat in the chair, not daring to move. If he moved, they might remember he was there and just do away with him. The leather straps he wore around his wrists and ankles bit into his skin, but still he fought the urge to move. Shallow breaths. Hold that swallow. Don't...even...blink.The clock clicked! Oh god! They were looking at him again. Was this it? Was it all over? A phone rang and everybody snapped around to face it. Unable to hear over the protesting from outside, Jack could only pray that it was the Governor on the line.




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Red Mast: Part I ( A 100 Word Story)

“Fire!”

At the Captain's command twenty broadside cannons spewed hell's fire, smoke and brimstone orbs into the air. The spheres carried with them the thunderous echo of dissension and presented it one by one to their target with the fury of a scorned lover. Unrelenting, the battery reduced the marked ship to splinters of charred wood ─ naval lint.


They would not misinterpret or ignore his subtle message. After all, most things are more gentle than the kiss from a cannonball, but few are as conclusive. On this day, the Captain had many final kisses to deliver, to many former lovers.




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Lunch Break

Bologna again. Rick stared at the sandwich and its round edge of meat between the crusts before he took a grudging bite. A hero sub would be nice once in awhile. This tastes horrible and it’s so small, he thought as he stuffed the remainder of it into his mouth.

Rick grabbed the shovel leaning against the Cadillac’s bumper and dug a few more loads from the long shallow pit. His stomach growled. What he wouldn’t give for roast beef. He pulled the stained lumpy burlap sack from the trunk and dragged it into the hole.

Pastrami would be best.



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