tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55069692011-04-21T16:42:55.739-07:00My writing and other perversionsA bunch of stuff that has actually been done by me. Sick, sad, pathetic, but hopefully, funny. Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1130222113219027562005-10-24T23:34:00.000-07:002005-10-25T09:54:01.816-07:00 She Part 1: A PeekShe was in a prison behind her eyes. Every day she walked and hoped that someone would notice when she stumbled. Her heart begged for anyone to do more than wish her good morning or hello.She fervently believed in love at first sight, so much that when she fell in love with a man upon meeting him, she let him tear her open and leave her bleeding on the ground. And she wentPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1118087146720784712005-06-06T12:33:00.000-07:002005-06-06T13:09:02.373-07:00 How to find the hidden places But when I got thereIt was my Grandfather's fault. He entertained me with incredible stories of fantastic adventures he had when he was my age. About saving the Candy Kingdom from the Toothbrush King, about stopping the dreaded Ice Queen, Hillianthus, from destroying the happy talking animals led by King Libris, the lion.About fighting alongside Jeffery and his Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1116999843623243032005-05-24T22:43:00.000-07:002005-05-24T22:44:03.636-07:00A Christmas story, huh? Hmm, that’s kind of difficult. I have a couple of good ones.One that I remember vividly is cheating at Christmas. And getting caught.The day before Christmas Eve and all of the presents are wrapped and under the tree. Now, my dad was well known for being… thrifty. He would use whatever paper was cheapest, usually left from the year before, or found in an off-rack at Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1092888528485800872004-08-18T21:08:00.000-07:002004-08-18T21:08:48.486-07:00She smiled down at him. He looked up at her and attempted the same, but his dry lips wouldn't let him. He did the best thing he could and reached his withered hand to her face, laying it aside her cheek. She moaned lightly and a tear slipped down her face. She leaned down and kissed his forehead.
This was the last time she would ever see him. They'd spent the day together, just sitting in Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1084937129598297952004-05-18T20:24:00.000-07:002004-05-18T20:25:29.596-07:00Sometimes at night, the cat would think: "Just one swipe of my claws, and it's gone."
Sometimes at night, the dog would think: "That thing is two bites. Two small bites."
Sometimes at night, the mother would think: "Just hold her head under water, and no more crying, no more screaming, no more anything."
Sometimes at night, the father would think: "A match. Just one single match."
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1084762725211124412004-05-16T19:57:00.000-07:002004-05-16T19:58:45.210-07:00When we bled him, we had no idea what would happen. I mean, sure, we wanted the extra chromosomes that his white blood cells contained, the ones that could cure anything. It cured AIDS, it cured cancer, hell, it even cured death. But there was no way we could have predicted the ah… interesting side effects.
Did you know a coconut can be used for blood plasma? When you drink one, you give Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1067317297290756312003-10-27T21:01:00.000-08:002003-10-27T22:11:24.316-08:00What are ghosts?
At age 11, I saw something I cannot explain. It was an experience that left me forever changed. Had I seen a ghost? Over the years, I've formed my own opinions and conclusions based on scientific phenomenon as well as paranormal studies.
So far the only proof that I have regarding what I saw is that it was not some figment of my imagination. My sister was with mePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506969.post-1061133357108998922003-08-17T08:15:00.000-07:002003-10-27T21:34:31.093-08:00This is where I shall post my writing, be it wonderful, horrible, terrible, beautiful, other fuls. It's my home for writing. Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137534139441589545noreply@blogger.com