shorted scribblings
shorted scribblings

shorted scribblings

From a time when a good sounding sentence was the be-all and end-all, when the joy of flow still outweighed the anxiety of where to next go.

Good Day

6 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

I took a break from sorting the still-warm-from-the-dryer clothes to help a lady move her just-bought mattress to her “just around the corner” house. Quickly, Ricky and I carted the mattress out of the store. Once outside, we picked the mattress up,...

Peanut Butter and Jelly

23 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

I finally made a PB&J in the ECV dining hall! Up to this point, a sign reading "When getting peanut butter, PLEASE spread on a plate rather than on bread. Thank you" had been a powerful, and anxiety inducing, deterrent. I was worried I would forget a...

Literary Purge

22 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

Calmly I wait for agitation and delirium to override my ego’s inability to wait for and work for a shitty first draft. The two competitors, Insecurity and Overconfidence, face off against each other like former friends finally at the realization that...


21 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

The glass cracked and with it the peace. The calm of the night convulsed with tension as the once contained cabin leaked. A current, corpulent and corroded with carrion, breached the atmosphere. The boy crept to the curtain, his face frothing with fe...


21 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

He looked up from the table and away from his laptop. It was too bright to pass for natural amidst the dim surroundings, and briefly he recalled that more than this exists. There was a girl once. She would smile and he would smile, stretching a face...


19 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

Her voice was lurching between both a high-pitched whine that narrowed  into a “question?”-implied silence and a low throaty drop, reminiscent of the stuffed way a person sounds when they talk right before throwing up. It made Ethan nauseous. And ang...

Second Chance

19 Feb 2021 2 minute read 1 comment Xeroxmac

The eyes did not blink. Do fish even sleep? thought Kyle, as he tapped on the glass of the small aquarium that he'd bought on sale at LowMart. He remembered how right past all the gardening gear, with its platoon of plastic rakes and bags of standing...

A Quiet Sunday

18 Feb 2021 2 minute read 1 comment Xeroxmac

Jesús swept. Hank's Hardware Shop ("We want your screws to be loose!") closes at 6 pm on Sundays. Watch check: 5:50. He kept sweeping, still wondering whether his technique was any more efficient than that used by mentally handicapped workers. As alw...


18 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Xeroxmac

The tangerines were going bad. Paul knew this. He could see it. Between the yellow bananas and the big red apples were the little oranges, which weren't oranges and which weren't orange, completely. One was different. Walking around the table to the...