Reaching Out (Short Story)
I stared at the words in front of me and curled my knees up under my chin. They just kept coming, line after line of rapid fire. I reached my hands out, and they hovered a mere breath above, just barely not making contact. But what could I do? What could I say? He wanted answers, and I had none. I froze, watching the lines appear angrily, demanding my help, my wisdom. I failed. I didn’t...
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl
By Charles Warnke Jan. 19, 2011 Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and...
Letting Go? (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown, I need a favour. There are a lot of things I have to figure out, things I can’t even begin to relate, and things I can barely think of. One would be why I miss them so much when I thought that door got closed ten months ago. Perhaps its not so much that I miss them as that I cared s much that I simply didn’t stop when I should have. Any time they get brought up and into...
The Boxer (Short Story)
BAM. The wet sound of my sweaty fist resonated as I hit the bag again. Three more successive punches, and my eyes wracked it for weaknesses. Stupid. BAM. Useless. BAM BAM. The words echoed in my head, but there was little I could do about that now. This was my moment. Idiot. BAM. It was an inanimate object, lifeless, senseless, and a far cry from what I wanted to wreak my revenge upon...