"Hey man, what's this red button for?" We were having a lazy Sunday afternoon when I noticed a box sitting suspiciously on the coffe table of his study. It was iron-studded with brushed metal panels, a pulsating light under a button the size of a bottle cap protruded from it. My friend walked in, peering... Continue Reading →
It was a warm afternoon downtown. A good friend and I were perusing the sidewalk to check out the new classic movie cinema and asking each other where we'd like to wake up tomorrow morning if given the choice.
My friend and I were in charge of filming his twelve-year-old niece's beauty pageant, meaning we were stuck in the gymnasium of her school for the next two hours. Although it was agreeably one of the most boring things we had ever done, it was fun to think of new categories for the judges to score the girls on to pass the time.
A friend and I were musing in the backyard just the other day. The conversation leapt from girls to work, and eventually landed on the subject of vacation spots and the best places to go.
We were at the steps of a fictional place called Mordecai Manner. A large ensemble of people who had contributed to helping law enforcement, advanced in the field of medicine, and looked out for the overall well-being of others had made up the majority of the invitation list.
The bus was a hollow tin can with thirty or so little monsters running about, yipping and hooping. The driver's expression was as monotone as the whine of the engine. My friend was reading a magazine beside me, oblivious to the gremlins and the smell, god forbid the smell. "Tell me again why I had... Continue Reading →
Trying to contain his excitement and talk through a smile at the same time was only contorting his face into a manic nightmare for a moment. He composed himself and said, "Last month I finally saved enough money. I got it!"
"All rise," the judge said. "You may be seated, 'cept you two," he said, pointing at my friend and I. "Remain standing." I looked over at my friend, who hadn't moved past being asked to stand. "We really did it this time," I said.
"Interviewers holding you down and asking too many questions," I asked. He looked at me while grabbing a water out of the fridge, nodding and mouthing yeah.