July 17, 2005
“I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn’t know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn’t have loved her more.” – The Killer Inside Me, Jim Thompson
Notes from July, Week 3, 2015
Second and Fourth: No notes were sent so here’s a super over-dramatic review of what happened.
It was a hot and sultry Tuesday night. The kind of night you wouldn’t want to leave a dead body lying around to cook in the suffering heat. Several souls gathered at Barnes and Noble that night, a safe place as it would seem, to discuss various writings submitted throughout the week. Things started off well enough, each person respectfully listening to the first reader, patiently waiting their turn to ravage the group with their tasty treat of literature. Suddenly, the lights went dim and all was dark, including the outside. It was if God himself had flipped the switch off. A strong, powerful wind blew the doors open. Books and people flew through the air, smashing into anything in their path, but our fearless members in Second and Fourth weren’t having it. No unholy freak force of nature could prevent them from finishing their meeting. Everyone scrambled to grab pens and paper, laptops and tablets to read their work during this hell rising event, shouting over the screams and howls of flying patrons and 100 mph winds. Finally, when it was all over, the wind had stopped, and the light returned, Second and Fourth stood proud and vowed that no matter what evil gets thrown at them, they would always finish their meeting after the last person has read.
The End. (more…)