The next morning Eric was escorted to his cell under strict watch after completing his three hour therapy session, with the same results as day one. Not a damn thing had changed in his behavior or his way of thinking. As they neared his cell he could smell an unusual stench to say the least. He couldn't quite describe it, but it made his nose curl in disgust. The guards stopped their march and followed Eric's lead, curlin...

He spat in the guard's face and managed to shove him to the ground before two more restrained him. While he struggled and thrashed violently, he slammed one man against the wall and the other against a filing cabinet. You'd think they would learn not to try and take advantage of him. He may be crazy, but he sure as hell didn't bat for the other team. The warden's voice boomed through the hallway and he could hear him stom...

Jan 25, 2015 35 Views: The news article read like this: “Wanted: Squirrel sought for contempt of court.” Family Court Judge M. Mulroy was the victim of a broad daylight heist in her own court room Wednesday. She described the suspect as 6 inches tall, gray, with a bushy tail and beady little eyes, which was last seen sprinting toward Jefferson Street with the judge's stash of individually wrapped chocolate bars. "He took...

Ahhhh yes. Taking a break from planning tomorrow's work day. I gotta admit it. I am a little nervous. I have had to bring in an outside company as well as employees from various departments to assist in the madness that is....Mid March. Honestly, when you've recruited gardeners to help in housekeeping, well, you know things are serious. Things are beyond serious....here....let me give a brief back story (haha-I may get lo...

Unless you hide yourself awayYou’ll likely meet one on most daysYou know the kind - they seem quite niceIf not, then they are harmless types You share a laugh, a latte, lunchOr if online, you talk enoughThat you think this person’s coolAnd you’re no rubeYou’re no one’s fool They share with you their historyYou start to wonder “can it be?”That your new friend, a decent sortCan hate so many friends before? Every boyfriend w...

LadySharon, tell me your secrets to writing original pieces. Of course. I write stories in fragments...some good, some bad. I dream in color, rendering images I can see in the recesses of my psyche. Some nights, I’ll wake up with the not-so-reliable writing muses talking to me and I capture what they’re saying to me in a notebook. I don’t begin typing on a laptop until I have a handwritten rough draft in front of me. Then...

Stormy weather. Nice to be out in. There’s a cyclone on the horizon and it looks pretty. I don’t know why, but I have this strange compulsion to look directly at it. It’s taking houses, trees, everything with it, but I just can’t leave my house to escape it. Something has happened. What’s going on here? Where am I? Wait... I’m inside the cyclone? Really? It’s a funny thing that seems to have happened. One minute I’m stand...

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