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I sat in the chair, straithening my tie, my fourth cup of coffee lying empty in front of me. The teleprompter was warming up with a dull hum, and I became vaguely aware of the mass of dog hair stuck to my jacket. My hair caleck was making a more aggressive bid for freedom then usual. It was 2 A.M. and I was completely unprepared for my first broadcast.

Then she walked in.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 12.09.2012 @ 2:29 am

I flipped the omelette, the sizzle filling the room. I couldn’t wait until she woke up. Fresh bacon, delicate ham over a bed of sauteed’ spinach, with a side of homemade hollindaise sauce. It was a little slice of heaven I had been up for the last hour creating.

“Did you really think this would make up for what you did?” I heard her call from the doorway.

I had hoped so.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 12.02.2012 @ 6:13 am

The mirror stared back at him, it’s slightly fogged surface obscuring his already disfigured reflection. What did the world see when they looked at him. A hero? A father? A Savior?

He was none of those things he thought as he set the bloodied instrument down on the foyer table, surveying the mess around him. He searched inside himself to find what he was. He discovered the right word.

He was free.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 12.01.2012 @ 6:41 am

I was passing through the hallways, curious as to the new refurbishings. Until I heard a creaking from down the hall. I was supposed to be the only one here today. No one was to disturb my work. Probably just the house settling down. That’s what I thought until I saw a silhouette hanging from the outline of a noose. What a day to be shorthanded.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 05.08.2012 @ 5:49 pm

Drifting through the sky, red and yellow medallions against earth’s blue canvas. They see sights we may only see from a hollowed out metal husk, or perhaps, falling to our doom. Balloons are free beyond the constraints of gravity, beyond expectation.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 04.27.2012 @ 11:20 am

I looked up at the spinning fan, feeling the cool air blowing down on me. At first it was refreshing. Crisp and cool, in this hot barren room. Now it was torture. Slowly, but surely my lips were becoming chapped. Fissures jumping up and down the once juicy cleft of my lip. Once an oasis, now a barren desert.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 04.25.2012 @ 8:44 am

The lake shook and quivered in the pale moonlight. I waded through the thickets and weeds, trying to elude my predator, but it was closing in fast. The body of a man, the anger and head of a swan. It was my worst nightmare. I could hear the click clack of it’s beak, testing the air for any morsel that dare get too close. I was no such morsel.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 04.20.2012 @ 11:22 am

The cage shook and rattled. My repeated thrusts and angry grasps having little to no effect. The smirk on the guards face was illuminated by the dim glow of his torch. He strutted by with an unmistakable arrogance. He was out there, I was in here. The math wasn’t too hard. However if all went according to plan, I would be out there by this time tomorrow.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 04.13.2012 @ 5:23 pm

The air blew through my hair and I felt laughs leaving my mouth like missles. Shooting through the air, drawing the attention of all the other children. I could see the envy on their faces, the longing. If only they could be this high they thought. If only their father was this awesome. My swing came to a halt as a tear came to my eye and I realized my father was gone.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 03.06.2012 @ 10:25 pm

I mosied through the dark corridor, the yellow light bouncing off the walls. The wallpaper was pealing, and the dust rose from the carpet with each hesitant step. I let loose my breath, I had already been holding it for over a minute. I heard a groan emanate from the basement, then my lantern extinguished itself.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 03.01.2012 @ 5:03 pm

I hit the ground running, fiery tongues licking at my back. The blast was enormous, throwing lesser people around like rag dolls. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, but hopefully I would never see again. A woman during this time of the month, was a scary, explosive experience.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.24.2012 @ 1:51 pm

I ran into the forest. The light barely penetrated through the thickets of branches providing shelter above. I could feel the rage behind me, the storm of emotions tearing past the brush. I needed somewhere to hide. I needed shelter. I saw a cabin in the distance. The light was on inside and I could see a frail silhouette dancing beyond the window. He came into the clearing behind me. Time was up.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.18.2012 @ 10:04 pm

I ran, and I ran. The stitch in my side grew more painful with every step. Out of bed, in the shower, to the desk, back to bed. Over and over again, my life one step after another on this rat wheel of life. I had to break the chain, I had to get out of here. But to what I asked myself, as I pressed my hand against my cubicle wall. Get to what?

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.18.2012 @ 9:35 am

I moseyed through the halls. Nary a care in the world. Four murders in two days. We had a serial killer on our hands The one thing I was lacking however, was a clue. No body, no blood, just the decomposing brain of his latest victim set a glow in the light of day of some family locale. A Violent display for the masses.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.14.2012 @ 6:06 pm

I walked through the lonely halls. Strangers staring at me from every doorway. Bold, colorless eyes, questioning me, asking me who I am, where I’m from. I don’t know. From a far away planet I suppose. A place where parents don’t exist, where children are left abandoned and alone in a shallow dumpster. The filth of the world purveying every crevice. I’ve finally been adopted, but after seeing the future that lies ahead of me, I think I prefer the filth.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.09.2012 @ 5:22 pm

I looked over the dusty planes, my horse, chargin, galloping towards the sunset. His tongue hung out in near exhaustion. The wagon was heavier then I thought it would be. Perhaps Chargin was getting up in years, but I thought he could handle it.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 02.01.2012 @ 3:15 pm

I tripped the wires, and flipped a switch. The wires buzzed to life, electricity coursing through the conductors around me. I felt alive, my hair stood up with the excitement of it all. A body lumbered to life, brought to fruition by the power of my mind. It’s function was still unknown, but it’s purpose. It’s purpose was crystal clear. To change the world.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 01.31.2012 @ 5:01 am

I sat down on the hard wooden surface, graffitied with white splotches of bird feces. The disrepair of the park was obvious. That was no matter however, my target was approaching. I tensed my hands in anticipation, feeling the wire grow taught between my fists. This would be quick, and this would be ugly.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 01.15.2012 @ 10:08 am

The coffee was rich and tasty, my tongue erupting in joy. The food was crafted by a virtual virtuoso. The atmosphere sublime, the music wonderfully fitting, and the waiter, a charm. The date however, was as bland and dull as could be. Filling the room with her tiresome stories, someone please remove me from this dream.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 01.10.2012 @ 4:45 pm

I crawled through the barren chamber, the mistress of the house unaware of my prescence. Oh how sweet her jewels would look on my wife. Ever since the council banished us to the outskirts of town I’ve been driven to sneaking through lord and lady’s manors. Pilfering whatever penny I could find. The life of a thief.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 12.09.2011 @ 12:57 am

I bowed to one knee listening to the crinkle of hair as the tyrannical king adjusted his crown. His leer crossing over the whole room, analyzing each face, each expression. Inspecting to see if their was the slightest drop of mutiny in their blood. There wasn’t. The room was filled with loyalty. They would all obey him, till the end of time. To the end of their lives if it came down to it.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 12.03.2011 @ 2:47 pm

I could travel the world, see the sights, lavish green meadows. Cold, grey, stony castles spread before me, a vast array of colors sounds and smells are at my whim and call. Tis not what matters however. Happiness is not where you are in the world. But where you are in your mind. In your mind you can be anywhere. Explore.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 11.30.2011 @ 9:37 pm

It rolled across the floor, reflecting tables, chairs, and all the glowing apparatus of the room in it’s incandescent surface. A tiny globe carrying a small city of sights on it, a wonder for the eye to behold, if only one was small enough to appreciate it’s glory. To bask in it’s magnificence.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 11.27.2011 @ 3:10 pm

I did the shuffle, I did the bustle, I ran through the crowd determined to hustle. The wind blew brisk in my hair as I pushed the stroller down main street. I shot my eyes down, avoiding the accusing stares of those around me. Those sinners. Those shufflers. I felt my legs twitching, I needed to released. To be one of them, but I had my child to think about.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 11.18.2011 @ 1:36 pm

Take a little of this and a little of this. A sprig of salt and a dash of pepper, all of the right do’s and don’t. Perhaps a chair and a couch, a nose and a mouth. Alone these things are nothing and frail, together they create items that sail. I combine what I can’t define to make something new and bright and fine.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 11.03.2011 @ 2:12 pm

I woke up in the morning, the sunlight pouring warmly onto my skin, rendering my blanket useless. I tossed the cloth champion to the side and was struck by a sudden flash of brilliance. I’ll create a blanket out of the sun. I’ll be warm and happy forever. I love epiphany’s.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 11.01.2011 @ 12:49 pm

I pulled my flock closer, looking over the herd, easily spotting my favorites. But on of my flock has gone missing. Off to greener pastures, to sample upon a finer hay. That’s ok, however, for if he is happy, I am happy. For I am the shepherd. To love is to cherish, to cherish is to respect. Let him run free and be happy and perhaps one day he will return with tales of days past.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 10.25.2011 @ 2:48 pm

I resided in the throne room, swirling my chalice of red wine in my hand. The jester kneeled before me, his bobbled bells dancing above the cobblstone floor. Entertaining was his life. Now it would be his death.

“Bring in the Lions.” I cried in a bored voice.

I wonder what else is on.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 10.19.2011 @ 4:06 pm

Dull is the meaning of every class i have attended at school. Dull is the feeling that perforates through the voices of old ladies and old men everywhere. Dullness can suck the fun out of any day, grinding the roller coaster of life to an abhorrent stop. To be dull is to be still, to be still is to be dead. Tis life I would chose over the incessant boredom of death.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 10.17.2011 @ 1:17 pm

The mystery of life is one that goes back to the beginning of time. Why are we here? what are we for? Are we doomed to be wiped off this earth as easily as a fleck of dust from a windowsil. One day man may ascend to godliness, or one day he may be cast down into the dark brimstone of the afterlife. Only time may tell what lies in store for us, as people, as a species.

Posted By Mike Thompson On 10.08.2011 @ 10:58 pm