The man marches to the bedside table and tears open the drawer. “Is this what you want Jadyn?” “No!” she shrieks. Her face is wet and burst vessels in her cheeks paint her whole face a painful red. “No! Owen, no! Please!” Owen hefts a steel pistol from the drawer and raises it to his temple. “You hate me, you don’t give a shit!” Jadyn leaps at...
Dick saw the boats first and called out in his high weasel’s voice, “Der! Mista’ Sho’man! Deres dem hell fires sho’!” Sherman yanked up the reins on his courser and blocked the sun from his eyes as he looked up river. At first his eyes were thin and still, and the boys began talking low to each other. “What do you see sir?” I said. Sherman remained...
Here is a scene sketch I put together for you this evening. Enjoy, and thank you for reading. I saw a young girl in the center of Tulan Square just before midnight. She had black horse hair, knotted into braids on either side of her round olive face. Her eyes flashed silver in the light of the street vendors and their carts. She held what looked like the black leather bible that you can get at...
I wanted to play a little bit with POV this morning. Enjoy. A dark brown universe becomes an atoll in a sea of candy cane stripes. You are jogging. Each step bobbles your jaw and claps your teeth together. There is blue and screams behind you. No clouds. No moon. You jog on. Your red flannel shirt is twisted and untucked. Your left sleeve is torn away from the elbow down. Your arms flop about...
On the metro, the five-line, I hit a cool breeze, seven-foot tall and made of fine china. I meet a diva, a goddess, something outside the line, outside the cement and the metro.
I wrote this story sketch for you today about a group of young men who roam the midnight streets of Barcelona in hopes of discovering a good time. Enjoy! Last year, me and Saul and Quinton and a bunch of other school kids went on a European tour chaperoned by Mr. Matis, you know mister Matis, and the first country we stopped in was Spain. We spent most of the day stuffed in a bus fighting against...
Here is a new scene sketch I wrote this morning about some friends around a campfire. Enjoy. The night bugs trilled in their bushes and the moist air collected on my back. Sierra stirred her Jack and Coke with a bubblegum-pink nail; she smiled, guided a strain of hair from her face, and laughed at something Kai said. Kai laughed and coughed until his freckled face flushed and splotched like a...
Here is a scene sketch I wrote this morning. Enjoy! — “Dad they’re here. Dad they’re here, get up.” Knock—knock—knock—“Mr. Padilla?” “Tell them to go.” Knock—knock—knock—“Mr. Padilla, your daughter’s told us you’re hurt. Are you able to unlock this door? Are you having an emergency?” “Dad!”...
Hello you! Here is a quick scene sketch I whipped up for you this evening. Enjoy! — “It’s beautiful.” Payton laughs. “I mean it. Not like your other songs. It’s real, I feel it under my skin. With the headphones—wow.” Her shape wavers on the edge of his vision. “Shit Reagan.” “What?” “Shit.” Payton closes his eyes...