Bradley

Bradley was a trumpet player. Every morning time, he would bring him and trumpet to the highest hill in his living community to play the trumpet. Not that he was anything good at trumpet. He was just loud, in a trumpetish way. Down in the village thar townes people would call up to him in multiple colours. "Hark thoust Bradley. What in the name of thoust god are thoust doing??" But of course Bradley kept playing , ignoring their techno babble, and continued his blowing of brass.

S I C K O S I C K O S I C K O

Dick. Yes, I mean you. Dick Lincoln. Now that we have this line of communification I have one message for you: LEAVE. Not just for a weekend, or hell, even a month, I mean forever. FFFOOORRRREEEEEVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! I see you sitting there reading my blog at this very moment, for if you look out the window to your left-no, the other one, idiot-you can clearly see the one with the binoculars. Perhaps I have told you too much. Nevertheless, I know what you have done with Richard, and that is sick. My God man, he is in your family!! How could you betray him like that? That is why I am advising, no, demanding that you leave. I am giving you until Thursday, or...uhh...GOT IT...Do you know Lily from two doors down? Aha, now you see where I am going with this. Alas, there is one, and only one way to get out of this. Give me the head of Jackson the Badger, and find Robert Jackson and his red Cougar and/or badger, then we'll talk. Yes, you know the ones. T H I N K A B O U T I T . . . how many red cougar and/or badgers have you seen walking down the sidewalk?

Remember: THURSDAY
And I mean it!!
not really

Quite Stream

Quietly, he ran past the stream, in fear for his life. He did not know who it was , or what it was, but he knew it was coming. Something deep inside him recalled a memory of his gone and distant childhood.
“You wouldn’t mumsy, would you? Not your little mumsy pumsy.” He shuddered in memory of his dead hagmother. While he was nitedreaming, it creped up behind him. Of course, it is plainly obvious what happens next, so I will leave you at this unfortunate and awkward spot in this story.