My Cardboard Balcony

I'm getting married in fewer than thirty days. ...Yeah, I don't really know what to say besides that. Well, one more word: Wow. (In a good way, though!) Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Welcome To Doomsville The demonic governor distributed free chainsaws to every aspiring psychopath.

Two weeks after I moved in with Shane, I took a walk downtown, got the haircut I always wanted, and went shopping at the thrift store, picking out an outfit that made me feel more like myself than any other time in my life. Despite the fact that, I don't know, my parents had kicked me out, I felt more confident than ever before.

The Little Boat by Belinda Roddie The little boat had settled on the beach, and two small sailors scurried from its hull, their faces red, sweat threatening to bleach the pure white of their caps. I braved the cold and the wind and walked over to them as they tried to tie their ship down to the sand. I greeted them and said that I was glad to help them, but one sailor raised his hand and hissed like a cat. Right before my eyes, the two changed into creatures with big horns and even longer claws. I let out cries of terror and took off along the shore. They did not follow me. I saw them take their boat back to the sea right at daybreak.

So. That happened. Enough said, right?

New Daily Material by Belinda Roddie The scraggly, balding man wearing the enormous green backpack sticks his hand into the nearby bushes and produces a bike pump from the leaves. He strolls off with either a new treasure or a protected, prized possession. At the closest gas station, two blokes in black, splattered with the oily guts of their truck, scream obscenities at one another for not being proper mechanics. Into my own car, the inky gold is digested. I have two books about princes and wanderers riding in the passenger's seat. Both prince and wanderer die, but one of them gets to return to his home planet and stay with his rose. When I get home, the keyboard is still hot from my raging fingers. The pen can still lash its tongue out against the paper. Sometimes, all it takes is for me to step outside and carry on with my schedule and peer into the neon kaleidoscope and see patterns and colors in ways I never thought were possible, nor worth a sin...

"I found buried treasure!" shrieked a little girl from the dune close to where my boyfriend and I were soaking in the sun. As her mother ran over, we were surprised not to hear approval or cooing, but instead a blood-curdling scream. "Honey!" her scurrying father suddenly yelled. "Don't touch that!" Yes, a five-year-old aspiring archaeologist had discovered a complete human skeleton, buried on the beach.