by | Feb 3, 2013 | MS Paint
A man sat at his desk. His shift was nearly over, and thoughts of returning home drifted through his head. Returning to a warm, comforting fire; the dogs jumping at him and licking his face, his son running up to him and grabbing his leg in a juvenile sign of...
by | Dec 30, 2012 | MS Paint
Man! There’s nothing good on to watch. Whuddu I pay cable for anyway? There’s nothing on but reruns and retreads. I don’t want to see some old movie that no one wanted to watch even when it came out. And I just don’t have the stomach to watch...
by | Dec 20, 2012 | MS Paint
Here at the book fair you’ll find lots of prose, And a volume of poetry or two I suppose. But the rarest of books that you won’t likely see, Is a book that was written that could never be. It’s the story of someone who never was there, Who lived on a...
by | Nov 28, 2012 | Book Theater, MS Paint
Day 2 Smith walked amid the bushes. Suddenly, his foot caught on a small rock. “What’s this?,” he questioned. Upon closer inspection, it was a pebble of a minute size. Grabbing it from Smith for my own analysis, I realized that the object was, in...
