grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: June 2010
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html
Quit your fucking crying," said Ed, pointing a stubby finger into Jed's nearly concave chest. "We all miss our Mommas. You aren't the only one in here. We're all stuck in this fucking pit.". Why can't we go outside, man? Jed hitched up his long overalls on his tall, skeletal frame as he strode over to the barn door and peaked outside. Toxic, Jed," Ed teetered on the edge of a barrel. His pot-bellied frame always made his positioning seem unstable. "You know it's toxic out there.". Better than in here, eh?
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: February 2011
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html
There was a party. All of the names and faces were there, sucking on tea and fine wine. None for me," said some young, plump dresses to the wine. "Harry and I are expecting." Other dresses fluttered with delight. The tuxedos ordered things "neat" and "on the rocks." Their voices were booming and low, heavy with thoughts of gold and golf. The vests shot around between groups of dresses and tuxedos, offering h'or dourves and ice water. No," said the vest. Yes, sir," said the vest. For several blissful days...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: March 2010
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html
I can play the trumpet without the use of a trumpet. My name is Kelsey Grammar. I am not an actor. I am just a kid. When I was younger, I thought that the actor was my father. At fourteen I took a bus to Seattle, hoping to find Fraser’s apartment and reunite with my Dad. I never found him. I actually gave up before I reached Seattle because I couldn’t get across the Canadian border without passport or parents. Well, really, they wouldn’t let me on the bus. That’s not true. My name is Sam Malone. The Stev...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: January 2010
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html
But I like when films show people with grass growing out of their footsteps. It is snowing outside. When you walk on snow, there is snow in your footsteps. It isn’t there because of you; it is there in spite of you; some of it is gone because of you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A 21-year-old short story writer. Lives in Peterborough, Ontario. Is kind of tall. View my complete profile. I am a poor person. Old sticks dry leaves. Add blog to our blog directory. Blogging Fusion Blog Directory.
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: December 2010
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html
The Infinite Internet Disaster. This story was (un)inspired by my internet being fast, finally. Cal sat and ate and waited. He watched the thin green line spike up and down, inconsistently. He thought aloud, "What the fuck? The ETA was no better, bouncing around between one year and two hours and off to infinity. Anyway, Cal answered the door. Filling the frame and blocking the sunlight from entering before him was a hulking native man in a blue jumpsuit. Cal gazed up at Ralph expectantly with his sunken...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: The Frustrating Sailor
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2011/03/frustrating-sailor.html
I never lived by the sea; I was always landlocked. My town had no rivers or streams or brooks or lakes or ponds or swamps or marshes. The only person who had a swimming pool was the mayor and I didn't know him. Most of the sinks and toilets and tubs in my house didn't work because of bad plumbing. I was not knowledgeable about or interested in water. Later there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to a short and beefy man who was holding a casserole dish. Lo, neighbour," he was jovial. His grin gre...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: Wolf.
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2011/04/wolf.html
He came to me from across a field. It was midday in September and I was taking a nap under a big old maple. He bleated in my ear. Hello," I said. I lowered my head, promising not to attack. Hello," he said back. His voice was like a bicycle horn with a British accent. "Where can a sheep graze around here? I looked behind him. The grass was long and green and sweet-smelling. "There," I gestured toward the field. November 22, 2016 at 5:12 AM. Siteniz cok guzel basarilarin devamini bekleriz. A 21-year-old s...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: September 2010
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html
It was hot. It was way too hot. So Rick reached way up to the Sun and squeezed his fingers together around it. Earth spun wildly out of orbit and floated off into the stars. After soaring through the skies for years, we smacked into our squishy new home. We landed Eurasia-side-down, devastating most of the Earth's population. Our half smushed planet thawed out on the side of our new, softer planet over two decades. The new planet slowly sucked Earth into it's face. The second difference was the Sun. ...
grayscale-words.blogspot.com
mgray.: Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com/2011/04/thump-thump-thump-thump.html
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump. I want to climb inside your chest and live there," so I did. Tiny and dim lights hung from great big blue streamers. The streamers swelled and so did the walls. The walls were red and soft and wet and smelled a bit strange and a bit lovely. The ground was the same as the walls and so was the ceiling. I walked around for hours. It was quiet and warm and dark and full in there. Your organs pushed me around, but it was in a nice way. In the meantime, you should probably go here.
