Beta Decay: Sex and Power (part 4)
I lit my cigarette as the nameless wolf followed me to the porch. The mint feeling as the menthol hit my lungs gave me a warm feeling. The deep desperate hit I took gave my patience a boost. I knew one thing about myself, If I couldn't swear and smoke,...
Beta Decay: Rian's Essay ---Part 3
It wasn't ten past seven when the owl reached down and pulled his final stack of papers to grade from his philosophy class. His moderate glass of chardonnay was sparkling in the dim light of his study. The first several papers flew by : one on...
Survival of the Fittest: The Midautumn Night's Scheme (part four)
My granny used to tell me a proverb: you can not plan the outcome. Well, I guess it was more of a lesson-- granny wasn't very eloquent. She was raised in a time when king cotton was picked by the school-children at the rate of one dime to one pound....
Survival of the Fittest: The Romance Extrapolation (part 3)
I had a friend in high school named Cayce. She was a small mouse in stature with a pouty face. She always had the worst luck with men. What surprised me looking back is that Cayce never did grieve the loss of a lover. They just left. No ice cream...
Survival of the Fittest: Overthrowing the Queen (PART 2)
There are six kinds of men that patronize southern gay bars: bonafide drag queens who lipsync pop hits and kiss you on the cheek if you happen to have a crisp dollar bill in your hand and have a thirst for whatever they can get for free; Cowboys which...
Survival of the Fittest: The Lay of the Land
Its never this cold in the winter. Most individuals would scoff at my complaining of the weather. To my chagrin, they were truthful in my melodrama. The Northern Alabama air was always welcoming: the summer days were hot and humid and the nights were...
Beta Decay: Into the Spider's Web
February 1st 11:34:19, Alpha Particle Gained Nervous. Paws sweaty. Can't Concentrate. Motor responses hesitating. I can't decide whether or not to go to this fraternity shit. I didn't act very nicely the other day at their party. No regrets. Alone in...
Beta Decay: introduction-- Reaction
You can call me Thor. I never thought much about how death would happen. I had some romantic thought about the whole escapade; I believed that when I died, I would have a flash of my whole life. I thought that being struck by lightning was...