Rat Race
(the last two lines are in homage to bukowski) I love the weekdays whilst you're all in work.
Writing words.
(the last two lines are in homage to bukowski) I love the weekdays whilst you're all in work.
Sorry to have to tell you all this but the #2 ranked member, eatonlynch, is plagiarising other writers stories and taking credit for them on here..
In life. In everything I do. I stumble. through the muddier fields. without plan or foresight. I gamble. not money but hope. and stretch it out. as far as it can reach. into. the distance. until.
Swooping low over dales. Blue blood dripping from his teeth. wounded and alone. His only sanctuary now gone. His species defeated. He looks for a place to die and falls into the sea.
I wake up on the floor on my back. Something is digging into me so I fumble about and find an envelope, half hanging out my pocket.