Word of the Day: Bowdlerize

Silence. Oppressive silence. Nothing left to say, only intimations via a look or gesture. This was supposed to improve upon society, yet only served to sink it further into depravity. Censorship, a bowdlerized existence, the ultimate cleansing. What they failed to realize was man’s subversive creativity. Absent verbal lewdness, cues are reduced to individual interpretation … Continue reading Word of the Day: Bowdlerize

Ellison’s Quarter, Part 1

“Come on in and have a sink,” Gino instructed the sorry-looking man. Gino was known as the best bartending therapist in all of Ellison’s Quarter. His couch was so worn by the Quarter’s dejected cogs that one could only sink into it at this point. “I’ve just brewed a fresh bit of it, so give me a minute.”

Live Stream Hanging

Prompt: Crime, A Beast, A Golf Club, “It’s your fault.”, The story takes place two-hundred years from now, Francisco Sowles, 40 Years Old, Extremely Tall, Pale, Bald, Shy Eyes, Slim Build, Boring Personality, Grew Up Amish, 900 Words It was a dark and stormy night… ok, not really. It was night, but about as boring … Continue reading Live Stream Hanging