3 Stories (wb06_01) (adult)

The moon was big. The light shone brightly on Harold’s shiny bald head. He couldn’t believe what he had done. But it couldn’t be undone, so there was only one thing left to do...I saw a path into the garden that had never existed, it was only known to me now, how the others suffered at the visions in her swirling mind. She could pretend they would finally go away, but she knew deep down that they would never disappear before dessert. Smores was the preferred dessert that everyone enjoyed It was a killer party, everyone was having a great time, until of course someone showed up dead Then everyone hauled ass, they knew they were all guilty, which one of the idiots would crack first? My money was on Chet, of course. He hit his head, when he fell off the big slide in second grade, and ever since then his impulse control was nearly non-existent. That explained his tattoo...well, one of his tattoos. It sang hellfire and cast a new spell of enchantment, the end was expected but I need one more time under the needle, some ink to make me think.

Once upon a time, there were two boys lost in the woods. They were trying to find their way out but kept getting lost . I’m so scared & convinced I’m going to never see light again. But if I do find my way out I will never sin again, not. Or so I thought, until I saw her standing there, in just her raincoat. I felt a tingling and the old familiar voice in my head told me don’t sweat the big thing, politics was really going to be my advance into society, I knew I could handle the intense demands that were to be in my future. But it wasn’t time to worry about what might happen months or years from now. I needed to find a way to survive the night of crazy parents not caring about anything for one moment in time. Time was becoming fluid. The past was flowing into the present and the future was repeating the past. Because it was safe. They all knew what to expect. And nothing paralyzes people more than the unknown, except for ghosts. Ghosts were Geralds biggest fear. Well other than school - teachers and penguins. Needless to say catholic school was hell for him.

As he approached the restaurant, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to be there or not. He wanted to see her again, of course, but he knew that if he did things, it would never be the same again. Until he learned that he could dance like Micheal Jackson in the Jackson Five years. Her first concert was the Jackson Five. She couldn’t believe how amazing they were. And yet, she couldn’t help wonder about their childhood and whether they were happy. But they weren’t happy. They were deranged and no matter how much we tried to convince ourselves otherwise we knew they would never again see their friend again. Things would be different, but they’d have to adjust. Someone else would have to plan next year’s getaway. Somebody else would have to remind the other’s whenever it was Marvin’s birthday or one of Adrian’s kids was going to graduate again, this was getting ridiculous, the child had an advanced degree in marketing and was looking to get a piece of property north of sun valley in an area that might as well have been in the middle of nowhere, in an airBnB that the owner lived there and wanted us to pay to stay with her.