Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.But so full of himself.
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Broke his nose.
Musical ChairsThree women.Three bladders.Two toilets.
FisticuffsCall me odd?Now we're even.
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.Bloody aftermath.
A NecklaceHis apology's stonesmatched the bruises.
Unhand MeDexter was right:Lefty was sinister.
Narcissus Gets Over HimselfOn reflection:we're just too alike.
Feathering Your NestSold my homing pigeons.Forty-seven times.
Back To BaseBoys.Baseball.Broken window.Home run.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.We lost touch.
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.(Abridged story.)
In the Check-in QueueMoney.Ticket.Passport. Passport..?Bedside table.
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?They were doctored.
Theological Discussion"Is there a God?""Heaven knows."
TremorsShe embraced Atlas.The earth moved.
Trouble in Paradise"Adam...""Dearest?""You're not my type."
Promises"Thank you.""For what?""Not leaving."
The IntrovertAlone I am weaker, but safe.
The Craft of the CraftPoems are sculpted.Stories are woven.
Help"Nobody ever offers help.""F1 does!"
Dear HeartOrgans don't feel - chemicals make love.
The Passage of TimeSunrise. Brief fleeting moments. Finally, rain.
Sarcasm"Sweet heart" never sounded so bitter.
Guide to Parenting ContestSilence? Probably mischief in the making.
We LostSo we lost.Did you win?
A Tale of Two Buttocks (Community Project Results)A Tale of Two Buttocks:in which we meet Anna Beth, knife-guy as WB Yeats in Disguise,and Honey Boo-Boo – who is immune to zombie attacks.+++++++++It always came down to choices, and if Anna Beth had chosen to squish herself into the half a seat not occupied by the left buttock of the rotund woman in front of her, she would not be in this situation. Anna's eyes darted around the train's interior as the hooded man behind her shoved the knife deeper into her back. He twisted the knife screaming insanely "Welcome to hell - you whore," wiping away the blood that splashed back into his forehead. Anna Beth was grateful her attacker had no idea the knife he used was like a pinprick in her seat partner's left buttock, a woman who never registered either the knife or the man.The passengers continued looking in front of them, ignoring the psychotic man that only Anna seemed to notice. None on the bus wanted to draw the man's attention or knife towards them. But it was the last stop, a
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Lost the plot.