January 18, 2011
just over 100 words
2am – corner diner and closing the joint.
Mark sat up slowly, eyes closed, to sip off his coffee. Once erect he opens his eyes, parted slightly, and sips while breathing through his nose and mouth, for the cooling effect.
“Is there anything on your mind, darling?” he asks
Janie shrugs her shoulders and looks off to her left. Her right hand firmly gripping her mug, a cigarette burning, ignored, in the ashtray.
Mark slides back down to prone in the booth seat. Breathing a heavy sigh as he mentally notes,
‘well, then it’s nothing’.
It’s been a long day and tomorrow is going to start with a hell of a hangover.
– Hoc Scripsi
January 17, 2011
American Balls
American Balls debuts today with an article written by yours truly. It is an expansion of my Huck Finn commentary. The site is not intended for an audience of the sensitive or under 18 – so be warned.
To go directly to my article click this.
The original commentary may be found here.
As the future progresses there will be more articles on freedom, second amendment, fifth amendment and other constitutional forays – including the occasional fiction piece. Currently I am working on a second amendment article, should be interesting.
Other contributors on the site are…
Brent Allard
Jack Dollar (editor as well)
Mr. C.C.
Rebecca Fitkin-Jones
Mick Parsons
F.N. Wright
January 16, 2011
while in a diner some months ago
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late or early
some people are indifferent
to the early morning hours
classifications.
but, we’re singing.
singing!
serenading the stars,
wooing the moon;
without sleep or
the song
of song birds.
only the chatter of
nocturnal
animals and
feet
shuffling along the
ground.
regardless of it being
early or late.
– Hoc Scripsi
recently there was a poem of mine in Madswirl and if you haven’t been there to check it out – Go Now! Second from the bottom –

