My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie The meteor was coming straight for us, and I still couldn't find my back massager. My wife thought I was crazy for looking. "We're all about to die," she screeched from the bed, where she was, all too appropriately, bare-ass naked, "and all you can think about is a hunk of plastic?!" "That hunk of plastic is the only thing that gets my back to stop spazzing!" I snapped back. "And?!" "And I am not dying a la giant burning rock with back spasms!" "Oh, for the love of - I'll give you a back massage!" my wife barked. "It'll be the last thing I do for you in this mortal life!" I looked at her, blinked, and threw up my hands. "You're not good at back massages, Michelle." My wife looked ready to slap me, but she was then distracted by the TV, which was still blaring the news of our imminent doom. We knew that everything now was recorded and on loop; the ...

One update on the OneWord website today. Happy Saturday, everyone!

It is now fifteen days before my wedding. ...Wow. Not much else to say otherwise. Shocking, huh? A super short introspection. What are the odds. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

I Hate That Guy by Belinda Roddie I got a shotgun for my birthday. First target: Larry.

"I thought this was business casual Friday," scoffed Ingrid as she watched Tom shuffle in, dressed in a very nice black suit. "Just came back from a funeral," he mumbled before disappearing like a shadow into his cubicle. Ingrid bit her tongue and went very pink in the face. She turned to Allie, who hadn't looked up from her computer. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

The Animator by Belinda Roddie The animator made a film about sky pirates on a grand adventure to find Pegasus, fight foes among the clouds, and draw gold from the sun. Their ship was blue to match the sky, the captain tall and beautiful. She never wooed a man, but instead, made the women swoon, and all her crew were awed when she had sword in hand and scaled the masts of their nemesis's great and daunting destroyer of other fleets that had once sailed the cosmos. And yet hate could not survive the battle, and the meats of victory went to the good guys. Yes, this movie was the animator's best.

"I still can't believe you said that." "Let's put this all into perspective, shall we?" remarked Fawcey, before he sat down on the great red chair that he had inherited from his father. The scattered light of the gaudy chandelier above his head gave him an awkward, broken halo. "My brother, whom you know well, is a drunken swine whose sole intention is to sully the family name. Of course I was going to let him have it."