Who Decided That This Was a Good Idea- Call Joey Immediately pt 2


A sudden flash of light overwhelmed my senses as my eyes shot open. I was on the floor and I could see everyone in my room, standing over me, staring at me.

“Hey, easy there man. I really think we need to get you to the hospital.” Nick said as he nealt down next to me.

“Wait, wh- a happ-” I tried to speak but words would not come out.

“We had a minor accident, thank you to mister fucktard over here and you took a really big hit to the head.” Sandra said impatiently.

“I’m not a fuck-“

“Look Joey, you got so caught up in your story to the point where you weren’t even paying attention to where the fuck you were going!” Sandra yelled.

“It was just an accident! I didn’t mean it! It wasn’t my-” Joey yelled and waved his arms in the air for a brief moment. The arguing between Joey, Sandra, Jeff, and everyone else was starting to get to my head. I started to feel myself nodd off again.

“Look! It doesn’t matter who’s fault it was or why it happened. It happened and its obvious that we need to take Mikey to a doctor. Hey… stay with me buddy. Stay with me.”

My eyes shot open again. This time I was at the hospital with Joey and my parents. I guess everyone else was in the waiting room.

“Where am I?” I groaned as I stretched my arms and legs out. I was in a twin size hospital bed.

“You’re in the hospital sweetie.” My mom said as she was holding my arm tightly. “The doctor said that you sustained a mild concussion during the accident. But you should be okay within a matter of a few months.”

“You took quite a big hit to your head Mike! From what your friends told me is when Joey ran into the tree, you bonked your head on the dashboard. But, I think you should be okay. It might take up to 6-8 weeks, maybe up to a few months before this goes away. Concussions take a while to recover from so please be patient with your body. I would avoid doing any rigorous activities for a little while and rest. I have prescribed some pain medications for pain. Don’t hesitate to come back in if symptoms worsen or if you have any new symptoms.” The lovely five foot, blonde haired, and blue eyed doctor in lavender scrubs started to walk away, but then I thought of something.

“Wait doctor! Before you go, I have one question.”

She turned back around and said, “Yes! Go ahead Mike.”

“What about weird dreams or hallucinations?”

“Those really depend on the kind of the concussion you have as well as location and severity. I don’t expect you to have any hallucinations while recovering from this. If you start to get hallucinations, then please feel free to come back in.”

“I just had to ask because I know I saw some weird stuff, but I don’t quite remember what it was.”

The doctor walked up to me and gently put her had on my shoulder and said, “You know what Mikey, I wouldn’t worry too much about it! You took a hard hit to the head, but you are perfectly healthy otherwise. I think you’ll be just fine.”

I smiled and nodded. I laid back in the bed and sighed. I felt relieved to know that this whole nightmare was finally over. I was discharged the next day. Joey paid for the damage done to my car, and all is well! We still go to the same bar, drink the same drinks, and share the same laughs. We never took the side roads again, no matter how busy the main streets were. Everything pretty much turned back to normal. Until yesterday that is. I decided that I needed to go back to the doctor because I’ve been having the same nightmare for the past five nights, and every night is worse than the last one. I really don’t think much of it since it’s only been about a month since the accident. But sometimes I still wonder if I’m in reality, or if I’m asleep, or maybe even dead… I know, I know… I should let it go, but every time I try to bring up the accident to any of my friends or family, they just stare at me blankly until I change the subject. I swear I sometimes see things out of the corner of my eye as well…


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Letter to Dearest: Epilogue (Grande Finale)


To my dearest,

This will be my final entry to you; this is the end of all endings. 

My chest burns fucking raw from the absolute zero frost inside my heart.

I endlessly curse the skies and damn the grounds from which I stand upon.

I must know!!! Tell me now… tell me this; why does evil exist?

Apathy, carelessness, selfishness, negligence?

An eternal rage that burns even the most innocent of souls. 

Are you feeling pure joy now?

How can this be oh dearest?

Why must the most unconditionally loving souls disintegrate into nothingness?

The innocents suffer and die while the malevolent entities dance and sing. 

I have caught many in their ruthless acts of violence and abuse. 

I’ve even picked up on the smallest wifs of negligence and abandonment.

I condemn the demented souls that walk upon this earth.

I have never wished harm or suffering to be put upon these things…

Except for now… god damn them!

I wish for the forces of god to come and strike down the ones made of filth and lies.

Eradicate the pure evil that walks upon this earth.

Banish the spirits of the damned that roam within these planes of existence.

Rid the souls of light from the abominations that suck us all dry.

Allow the ones who learn from their mistakes a chance to evolve and learn.

I don’t need this, you don’t need this, we don’t need this! 

I’ve lost my fucking mind!!

When will this fucking madness end???

I’m ending this fucking disasterpiece!





Wooded Path: Black Kitten Ending


The dull blackness ends with a gentle meow which jolts you awake from your deep slumber.

A pair of large yellow eyes are less than an inch away from your face.

The sight of the eyes creates a sense of relief go down your spine and you take a deep breath.

It’s the new kitten you got with your wife about a month ago to surprise your children who have been asking for a cat for over 3 years.

It was love at first sight when you found her at the local shelter and you decided to pick her up in a flash.

Her name was Misty Mittens.

Your youngest being at 13 years of age called her Misty Mittens for the kitten’s paws were so light and soft to the touch.

Not to mention that you can’t hear her as she walks through the house with her gentle graceful stride. 

You gently sit up as to not scare the kitten, gently pick her up, and hold her gently to your chest softly running your fingers along her head and spine.

Her gentle purr brought you back at ease.

You pick her up and gently place her on the floor. 

You find that the living room was in a bit of disrepair and mud and blood colored pawprints seemed to cover the carpet and walls. 

You become slightly irritated and walk into the kitchen to see any further extent of damage.

You find a dead sparrow, a dead rat, and a dead mouse piled right next to your work shoes.

Misty comes in with a look of guilt with a mix of ‘but I love you dad! I left you a present!’.

How can you stay mad at her?

You reach down to pet her head and she purrs softly with the movement of your hand as it goes along her side. 

“Well, it looks like you found the source of all that racket down in the basement and the garage. Nice job girl.”

That still doesn’t explain all of the weird-freaky shit you had experienced. 

You walk up to the counter and peered out the window to find that it still seemed a little bit ashy outside, but the clouds of raining ash seemed to clear up.

Most of everything was still green, but a bit grey in color.

“It looks like they finally contained that wildfire huh Misty?”

She meows back at your remark about the fire.

You look to your left to find the bottle of ibuprofen and glass of water you left there earlier…

By your surprise, when you look a bit more closely at the bottle of ibuprofen… you find that instead it’s Vicodin.

Your oldest being 18 just recently had their wisdom teeth pulled out last week and there was some medication leftover for when your second youngest gets hers pulled out.

Your eyes widen when you realize that you took Vicodin for your killer migraine on accident this morning.

“Oh shit! No wonder… it must have been all a weird dream, right?”



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