Lover

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise. With just one more dip in the road then a right turn to enter a long private driveway to their destination, our two young lovers sit in a comfortable silence. "Travis," the passenger begins before pausing to apply more bright red lipstick

The Man in the Arena

Sebastian Blax craned his neck in an attempt to catch a glance of the must-be approaching light rail between the crossing traffic. The train was already three minutes behind schedule and the arrival updates had ceased from the speakers mounted on the insufficient shade structure under which he stood. Seeing

The Devil and Hue Jackson (Part 2)

Part 1 --- "Good morning, Huey Jackson, it's time to rise and grind." The Devil's words come penetratin' into Hue's wrecked mind. So Hue sets down Mike Brown's laundry, cause that's his job these days, In addition to designin' passes for Andy Dalton to throw away. "Wake up, Sunshine!" the Devil laughs. "It's time to break

The Devil’s Other Advocate

BAILIFF:  All rise! JUDGE: Ooooowweeeeeoooo!  Now, what do we have before us today? BAILIFF: There are two cases involving retail theft… JUDGE: Boring! BAILIFF: One resisting arrest…. JUDGE: Yawn. BAILIFF: 2,604 drunk and disorderlies… JUDGE: Slow weekend with the Eagles in London. BAILIFF: One attempted murder… JUDGE: Just attempted murder? BAILIFF: Yes, Judge.  The victim and the accused were stationed

The Devil and Hue Jackson (Part 1)

The Devil walked into the Golden Bull on a rainy Oakland night, While the lost souls sat and nursed their CTE in the sickly neon light. And the Devil, he looked around the room at the broken hopes and dreams, He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll coach my sorry team? Dennis

Something Wicked This Way Comes…

This is just a reminder that Halloween is only one week away, and with it, our annual collection of SPOOKY NFL STORIES!  Here are some of the classics from previous years. In 2015, the theme was "Spooky Texans Stories": I WOULD LIKE A SELFIE by WCS In the Dome of Dementia by Pickettscharge Don't Turn on

Quoth the Ginger

With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe, JJFozz, and actual writers/poets/intellectuals everywhere   Once upon a season dreary, while owners pondered, meek and bleary- Eyed, thumbing through the ratings from the week before—     The Shield's keepers, focused on accounting, were ignoring a sudden tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping on the windows of