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Paint strips had been peeling off the walls for months. I wasn’t going to do anything about it. That was Jack’s job. I did the business, he kept it clean.

Posted By Mason On 02.21.2013 @ 7:32 pm

One night I heard something stir. I got out of bed to see what it was and saw a small child. I asked “Who are you?” and he replied, ” Don’t you recognize me?” I looked at his hair, his face, his eyes, and I could not, yet he seemed so familiar. I told him, “I’m sorry I don’t recognize you.” He said “Understandable, considering how much you have changed.” I awoke and when I went downstairs, I saw a picture from years ago and saw the boy. I asked my mother, “Who is that boy?” and she replied, “That’s you. Don’t you recognize yourself?” and all I could say was, “I guess not.”

Posted By Mason On 12.15.2012 @ 9:40 pm

I regret everything that I never mentioned you. I held my tongue and wished for the best, Perhaps somethings just aren’t meant to be said. Perhaps that is bullshit too. I recall the last time we spoke. I never wanted it to end that way but all good things must end.

Posted By Mason On 11.18.2012 @ 9:10 pm

He wanted to go into the arts more than his brother wanted to become a pilot. This was his dream, something he had thought about since his first work was displayed during the town meeting in fifth grade. Nothing up to this point in his life was worth bragging about until now. He finally had made it.

Posted By Mason On 11.13.2012 @ 7:57 pm

to claim something is to collect or get an item from something or someone.

Posted By mason On 09.20.2012 @ 7:32 am

Nicolas never told his mother what he’d done, nor his father, nor his 20-something brother. He only told me. He said they wouldn’t “get the concept, man.” So there I was, staring at the body, wondering if I had to keep my mouth shut as well.

Posted By Mason On 08.12.2012 @ 11:55 am

i pressed a button on my tv remote and the channel changed but to what?to nothing i just keep wasting my time and not producing anything worth anything i just cant do it anymore i feel like im running out of time i feel like im pressed against the wall of time and maturity and what i have to become.

Posted By Mason On 09.25.2011 @ 11:38 pm

bank

Posted By mason On 09.15.2011 @ 5:44 am

The dirt would spin, and spin, and keep spinning, but we weren’t going anywhere. It was like the tires just gave up on us, although they never really worked with us to begin with.

I remember the look on Kelly’s face when you gunned it, right into the mud. Her mouth agape, she looked right at me and said, “Brennan, we’re fucked.”

Posted By Mason On 09.13.2011 @ 6:09 pm

While ambling down the willow-wags and cold breathing trees I discovered the true meaning of life.

Posted By Mason On 08.12.2011 @ 8:43 pm

Five men, six plans for the device. No one had any exact certainty what was about to happen, but that was irrelevant at the moment. The job would be done, one way or another. This was their night. Nothing could go wrong.

Except the police. That went wrong a lot.

Posted By Mason On 07.05.2011 @ 9:36 pm

Some families feel the need to deadbolt their front door. My family has never done such a thing because we trust people too much. Is a deadbolt too little trust though? Probably. We also have a back door that sort of locks. Anyone could get into our house if they really really wanted to. Maybe that’s dumb, but we’ve never had a break in the entire 24 years we’ve lived here.

Posted By Mason On 04.28.2011 @ 2:30 pm

one day there was a bee and his name was lee he ate peas, he liked them, alot.Then two days later a robber came and stole his face. Then he sold it on Ebay..

Posted By mason On 03.08.2011 @ 2:21 pm

it’s not like I did it on purpose. It’s not like I had intentionally thought to kill him. All of the cards to express the sympathy from strangers lied flat on the table infront of me. Why did I even come to the funeral?

Posted By Mason On 02.20.2011 @ 9:59 am

Tangled up in my mind I feel darkness creeping up my spine Everyday i Lose my mind To each ones own Im losing track of time I need the light to heal this blight To each ones own, to the end of time

Posted By Mason On 02.17.2011 @ 9:57 pm

Tangled up in my mind I feel darkness creeping up my spine Everyday i Lose my mind To each ones own Im losing track of time I need the light to heal this blight To each ones own, to the end of time.

Posted By Mason On 02.17.2011 @ 9:48 pm

The billboard perched on the hill was brand new, just like a christmas present, addressed to whoever wanted to look. James wasn’t sure if he liked this new corporate takeover of his town. People were starting to care what they actually looked like, who they were, and who they wanted to be friends with. Who knew a stupid little mall could change things like that?

Posted By Mason On 02.01.2011 @ 7:56 pm

Purple was stained everywhere, all over the room and all over the floor. The knife was hidden somewhere in the mix of all this purple. The mess was inconceivable.

And all this, caused by someone under 2 years old. Oh Billy, so young, so chaotic.

Posted By Mason On 01.31.2011 @ 9:26 pm

It’s difficult to explain the noise the printer made as the photograph came out of it, something like a clicking and a whirring. But that really wasn’t the sense this moment was designed for.

No, what was startling was the image on the white paper. Gore, red splashed everywhere, and a single word: “Remember?”

Posted By Mason On 01.30.2011 @ 9:29 pm

The bright fireworks on the front of the stage illuminated his face, and the noise emitting from the speaker stack limited his hearing.

But he wouldn’t have given this moment for anything. He stepped into the light to show his face to the world, and the grin would never be erased.

Posted By Mason On 01.24.2011 @ 6:50 pm

as I stepped out of the rocket I finally realized where I was. I wasn’t on earth. nor mars. I seemed to have been past mars. I was on venus. I was always told that living on venus was inhabitable. I believed them. but now here I was. on Venus and I was perfectly fine.

Posted By Mason On 01.24.2011 @ 11:16 am

eternal cycle that envelops all life and lifeless entities in a manner that is most confusing. no beginning, no end. We are perpetually in the middle with no concept of what has happened or what will happen.

Posted By Mason On 01.21.2011 @ 5:10 pm

The stone wasn’t too particular, it looked just like the rest.

But this one, this is the one I used to release all my tension, and why I’m sitting in the cell I am now. It looked a lot like the others, but this stone, this stone cost him his life, and cost me mine.

Don’t go around with a ragged rock.

Posted By Mason On 01.10.2011 @ 7:22 pm

His back was already breaking by the time they placed the third stack on it.

Crying out in pain, screaming “Get away” over and over again, James didn’t know what would bring any comfort in this moment of extreme pain. The only thing he looked forward to was the sweet release of death.

That’s when they pulled out the power drill.

Posted By Mason On 01.09.2011 @ 6:56 pm

The first time I walked into the room, my eyes didn’t glimpse what should’ve been most apparent. No, at first I saw the drapes, the way the sunlight streaked through the blinds. My mind ignored the sweaty, molding, rotting body right, dead center on the floor. It may have taken a while, but when I noticed who used to be my best friend lying a pool of his own caked blood, my knees felt quite the impact.

Posted By Mason On 01.02.2011 @ 9:03 pm

The sustained feeling of the drug was nothing that I couldn’t handle, not after the world Mark had exposed me to. A world filled with bright colors and a lack of focus, this world was very foreign at first, to both me and my mom. She didn’t take a kindle to my new limitations, but hey, we can’t all be right.

Posted By Mason On 12.15.2010 @ 7:45 pm

As the sheets tossed and turned, so did I. Fiery images of hell burned through my mind as my body lay still, unaware of the nightmarish things occuring just in my head. The pain couldn’t be described.

Posted By Mason On 12.14.2010 @ 9:49 pm

The sign on her forehead was the first thing anyone saw, and the last thing anyone cared to remember. It’s been said that some people just stand out, and her, she did her share of standing out.

The stamp that stood directly above her eyebrows was more than a sign of independence, it was defiance. She wore it with courage, and died with it filled with originality.

Posted By Mason On 12.13.2010 @ 8:57 pm

I see rage in his eyes. He beats my mom, or whatever you call that monster. Part of me thinks she deserves it. I know she does. My dog barks. He hits her too. I run. I never saw them again, until today.

Posted By Mason On 12.12.2010 @ 7:44 pm

The one time I saw him actually raise his hand in anger was that one time, the time we all wanted to forget.

It all started with an argument, and somewhere in that arguement, he started to yell, and started to yell louder, and the fists were the only natural progression. He has his temper, I have my vodka.

Posted By Mason On 12.12.2010 @ 7:42 pm