Cigarette smoke. No doubt about it. What idiot was smoking in the cinema? I take the steps two at a time determined to find the culprit before the smoke alarms go off. Bursting through the door, I intend to head for the toilets – the usual hiding place – but there’s no need: a tall blonde is leaning against the wall by the balcony doors, cigarette dangling from scarlet lips. Startled, she stubs it out in a wall-mounted as...
What people don’t realise is that death isn’t what they think it is. ~ You find yourself in a waiting room…Sitting comfortably on the couch. It’s not too cold, it’s not too warm…It even comes complete with old school elevator type music. They probably figured a setting as familiar as a doctor’s office would be calming, but then they never met my orthodontist. He is still very much alive and torturing little children with...
ScootOr you'll get the bootOr maybe the knifeOr maybe the noosePerhaps we'll just cut out your lifeOr throw you off the cabooseSome people take forever to decideBetween all the choices we give themSo by the time they choose, they've diedAnd we've turned their skin into an item...Tick tockWatch the clockWhat will you doNow that we've caught you?Call us crazy,Call us gone,But one thing's for certain -We've all the time in f...
“You’re planning on doing WHAT?” Isabella exclaimed, her voice emerging higher and louder than she expected, but her startled outburst had little or no effect on her group of friends. The men of the party, Luke and Marius, who were normally so protective of their female companions, just grinned at Aelia and Zenobia, who looked pleased with themselves and quietly excited. “But one of you might get hurt!” Isabella continued...
“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town house, a puzzled frown on her pretty, young face. “What came this morning, Hattie?” Harriet's face was flushed with excitement as she thrust the envelope into Veronica's...
The concept we invented Within the human mindThe passage of our livesIs Time for everyone It seems that Time is warping Keeps warping as we age It bendsContorts To make us loseThe fabric of our days The fabric The material From which our life is made Remembrance of the magic of traveling down new lanesNew pathways ExplorationsNew vistas we have viewed Among them are the memories we keep within a vaultThe treasure chest o...
“Let’s call this class to order, shall we?” The Professor looked as aged as the two-century-old building he was teaching in. Dressed smartly for his age though, he had the physical presence that outstanding educators naturally possess. Selecting a book on the wooden table in front of him, he opened to the marked page. “The great Albert Einstein said: The only reason for Time is so that everything does not happen at once.”...
Time. A valuable commodity to some. Not so much to others. You, for example. Clock-watching your work day. Each hour creeping by as if in a time warp. Rushing home for dinner. Spend time with the kids. Must get to bed because tomorrow is another day. Hump day. Payday. Weekends. Vacations. Doctor appointments. Taxes. All controlling your life through time. Me? I’m a retired empty-nester. I couldn’t give a shit less. Time i...
As time passed It could be truly dull and grating tediousness It was the same The same over and over again The world lived and was Life lived and died It passed in deliberate inertia As did this simple race called human Until The warping of time truly began with the revolutions Of science Of method Of freedom Of vision Of industry All fused and warped until time could truly begin The choice in our lives The length of our...
A crystal hourglassAs the sandsFlow inside makesThat every secondThat every minuteThat every hourThat every dayWasted precious time A measuring timeBy the hourglass,That contain tinyGrain of sands.Dictates your timeWill have controlOver your life What will happenIf it runsOut on you? That you baseMaking a preciousLife and dreams.Stopping the timeAs impossible asSun won't shine,Having a choiceDreaming or living. If the hou...
