Write and Publish Your Posts HERE. This a short comedy I wrote during the weekend. It is told from the perspective of different witnesses and participants. I do hope you enjoy it. I had just resumed my shift when I saw a strange man walk in. He stood for a while as if searching for an empty seat in the bar. He walked over to a table, knocked off the reserved marker and he pulled out a seat for himself.

Swollen, tired feet; hot, humid air; long day; rest sorely needed. The sun will drop below the horizon soon. I can only hear the waves slap against the starboard side. All I can see is the ocean. All I want to see is the ocean. Talking With My Mouth Closed. No Problem, he replied. No problem, he replied. No problem, she replied.

My mother was denied her last opportunity to control me. All thats left to focus on is me and what I want. I just need to figure out exactly what that means now. January can be so cold. Nobody hurts me more than myself.

How to Die Properly, Part 1. During college, a friend of mine crooned a song by the Toadies with creepy intonation.