As his band stepped onto the stage, Tyrone stole a moment to sip his dirty martini. He ran his tongue along his upper lip as he admired the glass, savoring the lingering taste of the alcohol. With a contented sigh, he got up and walked onto the stage. During his break, the din of the bar had swelled to a jumbled murmur. The restless audience had taken to chattering over clinking glasses filled with liquor to lighten moods...
Songul’s head spun under the glare of the different colored lights. She had only been to a county fair one other time in her life, and that was when she was a kid. Still, after being laid off from a job she had worked at for a while, it was refreshing to feel like a kid again. She zipped up her sweater and started walking down the pathway, the locks of her purple hair contrasting against her brown skin. She watched the pu...
I had just sat down on the bus when I heard loud giggling from the upper deck. Followed by someone strangling a cat. No, it was a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. A boisterous female came from the staircase. The singing cat made an appearance. She was totally arseholed and naked! She ran out and hooked a lamp pole and twirled round. Streaking up the sidewalk, she stopped, bent over and wiggled her bum at the bus. The bus con...
The drunken, rejected Romeo suddenly sitting alone at the karaoke bar croons to his departing, forever, girlfriend.“Well, I gave you everything I hadBut you left me sitting on my ownDid you have to treat me oh so bad?All I do is hang my head and moan.Tell me why…"The 'just finally had enough’ Juliet pauses on her way out of the bar and his life to give him a last, wistful smile. “Tell you why?”She looks around the run-do...
“Nicole, is this yours?” Tara asked the next morning when she walked in holding a letter. “It has your name on it. Who is it from?” she asked as I took it. Dear Nicole, It’s hard to explain how you got these letters since I don’t have your address but the time will come when you will find out how they came to you. I know what you have been through. No one your age or any age should have to go through such a hardship and h...
"They look like ants, bustling around out there," she mutters to herself as she looks out the window, down to the city below. Turning away, she finishes getting ready for her show, the final touch will come right before entering on stage right. There's a knock at the door, "Miss Christie, you have two minutes," and I remember my first performance at age twelve. I was shaking, my face flushed pink with nervousness, my hand...
For the first ten years of my life, I lived in a Sears and Roebuck ‘mail order’ frame house built by my grandfather, a carpenter who died before I was born. While I was but a wee, callow youth, maybe three, my father took it upon himself to put a new ceiling in the middle bedroom of this house. When the project was finished, he posed his lovely wife and snot-nosed son on the carefully made-up bed under the new ceiling and...
Do you ever do something that makes you want to sing from the rooftops? You know, so everyone knows you’re happy, full of love and want to share it with all. Yeah, I have those feelings from time to time. It’s a feeling we should all share, to let us know this world isn't so dark and dreary. This world is full of hate, greed, pain and anger. So, when we have a chance to sing from the rooftops for happiness we should do it...
To sing is to be free.Free from care-free from others thoughts on freedom,free to see and share-your sights with the world,and their sights with yourself.To open your mind and just let everything flow about,To open your eyes and see the truth,and the secrets that lie between the lines,and the lies people hide behind,all the "I'm fine"s.To sing is to be free from expectations,from hatredfrom pain from demands,and from fear...
A conversation occurred between two men, who met by chance, long ago:“Ah love, if only...” One said, dreamily.“Well, yes, but you would go fancying folk from those newfangled ‘interwebz’, it’s only natural you’d have pangs!” Two quipped.“Pangs? Sir, they are not mere pangs, for this woman, I truly love! She’s such a rare beauty and highly intelligent, too. Sir, you must understand.”“Ah, young squire, you are so naive.”“Na...
When Dusk comes through the sky,her grey cape flowingfrom her back,she dims the dayand in the twilight air,the red clouds lowagainst the western sky,she brings the nightand sprinkles you, Dear Stars,as far as she can throw.Some say the night was oncea black-winged birdwho swallowed dayas if it were a wormand in the sky she’d lay a silver eggwe call the moon.Who knows what tale explains,for sure, how we,along with all the...
