Wish I Was There!!
Wish I Was There!!
a very short story by Wolf Larsen
Boom-boom ha-ha-ha-ha whooooopiieeeee carnivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllll oh my boopity-bing-bop dance drink fornicate like ten-thousand verbs having an earthquake with a tidal wave! Sweet-sing-sex in a hoppity-yip-bing! Love hotels completely full with jonging-jip-jop! Bonging! And sockity-dip-frrriiinnnggggg! Oh my cloppity-clop!!
Copyright 2013 by Wolf Larsen
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
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Strong. Powerful. Understated. Excellent writing.Originally Posted by Isagel
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
My poetry, plays, novels, & other stuff on Amazon:
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Harper’s wife always neglected to refill the ice cube trays, but this didn’t end their marriage. He left her the night she poured him a drink on the rocks. Literally.
I don't know who I am. Sometimes, people tell me I am called Dave and that before the accident I was a great success.
The rain was falling now, an deluge of heavy droplets that skittered off the damp tarmac beneath the man's feet. Pulling his collar up against the biting wind, he tucked his hands into the deep pockets of his overcoat. He shook his head.
"All this for a pint of milk."
He last asked her to have sex two years ago on Valentine's Day. She wasn't interested. So this Valentine's day she asked him if he wanted sex. He didn't.
Two years from that, he died. She said, "Oh."
Two years later, again on Valentine's Day, she died.
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Young George confessed to chopping down the cherry tree. “Father, I cannot tell a lie.”
“Well, Son,” his father replied, “if that’s true, forget about your future in politics.”
Himself and Him
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The carousels of his feelings. They ran like solid water through the riguors of life . They put him up and down against himself, the element, so quickly it was a damn a hot seat and a solid ramp. He would sit still for few minutes and think and then stand up and wheel. He could not tell if it was real. His appearance however was appeasing and every time he catches it it looked right. That at least he felt.
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
And so he parrished in agony, slayed by his own people after a long, horrific battle. No, battle is to noble a word for what took place under the eyes of the world. The world that just waited to adapt to whatever outcome - but no, never dared to take part.
"Since atoms are empty space Santa shrinks himself along with the bag of presents. Then he easily slides down the flue of the furnace. Besides, he's too fat to get through the front door."
His son looks at him.
"At least that's what scientists currently believe."
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a fancy talk
''I want to know and be all. I won't settle until i do. An opportunity's left is a regret a theft.''
''You do''? said the voice in the background. That was Michael his new deputy.
''Well there is a door open it and take a good look . Come back when you are done and then we can explore more.''
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
"Mama says the stork brings the presents."
"What!?"
"She says Santa has nothing to do with it."
"Your mother's wrong."
"She says there's no evidence for Santa."
"But there's evidence for the stork?"
"Plenty!"
"Listen! The stork doesn't bring the presents. The stork brings the...well, never mind."
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Drinking espresso on the moon, gassy I was, as hunger came without warning.
Expelled a nasty steam with a lift of a leg, the moon man grumbled "That's rather crass."
He should watch his lip, he nose I'm hungry. So I go a head and face my hunger.
Yum.
While the truncheon may be used
in lieu of conversation,
words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning,
and for those who will listen,
the enunciation of truth.
For Mama, the stork brought the presents hanging inside a diaper. It is interesting that in the early 20th century, France opened a Stork Department. Sexual education was so repressed that many women wrote letters to France ordering their dahlings.
Trench Sunday
by
Steven Hunley
Lieutenant Russell stubbed his cigarette and gazed at his watch. Men stopped talking.
“It’s zero hour.”
We lined up.
Buchanan and Higgins lifted the Lewis gun; three carried Mills bombs, the rest fixed bayonets.
Shells whizzed overhead, Russell’s whistle blew, and we climbed up for a walk in the park.
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