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Dreamcatcher
Over 90 days ago
0 miles · California

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Oh child you are so kind.. would you mind dusting the sand off my butt as you leave? so grateful..
sheesh.. how many times have I told you kids not to play in the street.. now get on home.. ahhhhh.. peace at last..
The lapping of the surf breaking on the beach.. and a forlorn seagull calling in the distance..
Don't you know Dreamcatchers are the fiercest in the land? Beware.. I am here
yeah.. the lion works for me.. I have him chase away the riff-raff who pretend to stand at my rightful place.. now give me my smoothie..
Bless you my child.. now run off and get me a cherry smoothie and some Tums.. I'll be here
ahhhhh.. grasshopper.. so much to learn.. the brashness of youth will always lose to the treachery of old age.. I win
Oh hush!! I'm the Master Wizard from Wally's Wart Removal Kiosk.. and I whisk all of your weapons away.. I stand at the throne..
Quote by fuzzy1954


* DC I'm chewing on my sandwich





Don't look now Fuzz.. but I think your lunchmeat was still crawling.. I'll wait here at the end of the line while you pick your teeth..
Alan stubs out Camel after Camel into his already overflowing butt tray. Sitting around in his 3 day old tighty whities and his torn wife-beater he scratches at his nethers and belches. His bottle of Benchmark is nearly empty. Tap.. tap.. tap.. well another word done.. how many does that make now? Oh shit. Four! A measly four damn words! Then it occurred to him. The library closed an hour ago. They probably want him to leave.
Quote by DirtyMartini
Larry sat down pensively in front of the computer screen in a futile attempt to write another poem for Stories Space. In a moment, his thoughts drifted back to a fiery red head he knew back in high school, long before he met his wife Denise. As he began to type, the heat and passion of the past made their way onto the page. Luckily, Larry typed into his laptop, for if he had used paper, the sheer heat of the words would have burned up the page. When he was done with his work, he realized his latest piece may not be suited for a site so blue, so he ventured over to a site as red as the hair of that long lost flame.


Why Alan.. if I didn't know better.. I'd think you were hiding in my closet the whole time.. do you happen to remember the redheads name?
You again? Hmmm.. struggle as she might it wouldn't come off. She pawed and growled and clawed at it mightily. Leaping high in the air her howl rattled windows three blocks away. It was useless. All of her efforts failed to release her from this torment. Flea collars. Yuck!!