Daily Prompt: The Man in the Devil’s Car

via Daily Prompt: Ordinary Our days of usual are not so commonplace for you. Let me explain: There’s a shell of the Devil’s car out there, burnt out from the flames. He lent it to a mortal, forgetting to tell him it wasn’t made fireproof. The recovered addicts at 3am, doing whatever recovered addicts do…

Cats

I made a little booklet of cats this week. They’re maybe 5×3″ (vertical, double that for horizontal). The paper is awfully thin, so you can see the pictures on the other side (though I tried to avoid drawing on the backs of other images, it happened). Overall I feel like I learned a few things…

Daily Prompt: I’m Full of Shit

I was accepted once. 2017, a quick congratulations from a pretty decent getup up in the North West, and overly ambitious sending of money to bad realtors- now that’s acceptance. They were both happy to have the likes of me in their ranks, you know? Good credit goes a long way when you don’t got…

A Girl and Her Little Dog

A cold child piles high towers for warmth in her grown up house. They move like spindly skyscrapers not built to last the rocking chair, or the spindly dog climbing between the floors of fabric.

Call Me Lucky: Maybe I Shouldn’t Eat Fish

This thing may leave my body, taking the pathways in my arms with it. Imagine pulling a fish spine from a half eaten corpse. That’s a panic attack. The bones are discarded, but continue, eat the demolished flesh. The bubbling soup has a sound too, less sporadic and nothing depends on it to live, yet…

Sobbing for an Old Man

Sobbing for an Old Man like when I watch movies, remind me dad has died Or knowing Jared killed himself, and wondering how much blame was mine. I’ll feel his loss when he was one of few to talk to in an austere house. He was wanted warmth in the winters, and even in the…