It always seemed like fridays had the last minute, file it or be fired, filings.

There is a step between the 25th and 26th floor that has a crack in it, and every time I step on it makes a cracking noise, like one day I will step and fall through plummeting 25 stories.

I need Sleep, but won't get it.

As you probably noticed no larger piece went up friday. Going to hold back posting on friday till I have something more substantive. Been busy lately and need to do some catch up writing and forge ahead with the story. That and I am getting to a point in all of my work where I know where I am and I know the ending, but for the life of me can't get there. Though in this case I don't actually know where it is going to end. If you see me, tell me to write.

So much catch-up

You make it sound like I was making fun of his thundercats lunchbox.

Pain arced in a forking pattern across his brow.

A melody of surpassing haunting dripped into the room.

He strained and pushed the clumps of creativity out of his exposed brain.

He wore a guise so that he would never have to be alone.