Category Archives: Word Duels
“This is Chuck Klosterman filling in for Steve who-the-fuck on CNN. As you can see the from the scene behind me chaos has erupted on the Senate floor. Newsroom, this is the epitome of a pizza party gone awry.”
Closed. Not a word generally considered ominous but when it’s written on the airlock leading to the last escape pod it takes on a bit more sinister undertone. There was a whoosh. Update: formerly connected to the last escape pod.
I swiped right. In retrospect that was probably the big mistake. Well, the big mistake was probably answering the message. Well, the big mistake was probably agreeing to meet, but swiping right was probably the first big mistake, in this … Continue reading
Hiro pressed the flat of his spatula into his omelet making it sizzle. Then he flipped the omelet into the air above his head. Fast as a lighting flash he unsheathed the short blade at his hip, slicing the omelet … Continue reading
The electricity had been out for a week. Now flames covered half the city and no one knew what happened to the fire department. Eddie ducked under an SUV as an angry mob carrying rags soaked in gasoline moved up … Continue reading
When you buy a house near water you understand you’re taking on certain inherent risks. Floods are more likely, college kids going skinny dipping may occasionally pass out in your irises, the ground will just be generally muddy in the … Continue reading
I’ve waited my whole life for a movie like this to come along. No matter how it turns out, it’s a huge victory for my people. This movie is going to raise awareness for their struggles. But It’ll be more … Continue reading
Standing over the smoldering ruins of my bed, fire extinguisher in hand, I knew my relationship was over. It wasn’t her screaming obscenities at me, or the rhythmic cry of the smoke alarm in the hall, or the white residue … Continue reading
“It’s basically the same thing,” Jill insisted, pushing the harp into Ginny’s hands. Ginny pushed it back. “Is not,” she protested. Beyond the curtain the murmur of the audience was growing louder. “I play the ukulele. Badly.”
The drill sergeant slammed his fist on his desk and screamed, “the next person to yawn is going to wake up on the other side of his face!” The recruits agreed, he hadn’t been the same since the accident.