100 WORD SKITTLE // No Place for Pink on Komodo

The setting sun’s an angry red ball, though the beach is charmingly pink. A trick of the light? She cannot say.

Still, that isn’t her most pressing concern right now. Reptilians are all around, flaring nostrils and licking the hot air with their viciously forked tongues. They can sense her presence. It’s driving them crazy with lust.

She’s the Blood Queen. She gorges on the blood of men, and sometimes even wears their entrails for fun. Naturally, she’s going to attract attention from the local population.

Never mind. The odds are good. She’s the prize for whomever gets her first.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019

GUEST POST // A June Poem: Beneath the Pier by Writingcolorfully

We huddled
Beneath the pier
With tangled pretzel legs.
Denim shorts, the color of the coast
Speckled with sand
Like salted dough.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
White and pink seashells
Small like rabbit noses
Kissed and nipped
Our toes.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
Bright umbrella tops
Plastic pails and shovels and
Towels spread.
Chairs perched upright,
A set of pelicans
Just like the two of us.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
As the ocean whispered
And clouds passed by
In dainty shapes
Each unique like
Vintage teacups.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
To farewell the boats
And sun
And greet the crescent
With every single star
And galaxy stitch.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
As if a storm brewed
Coffee pot strong,
No cream or sugar.

We huddled
Beneath the pier
As if we were in control
Of the summer.

 

by WRITINGCOLORFULLY
© All rights reserved 2019

christ on a bike

why do they add the aitch between
and how is that meant to be offensive?
jesus and christ, middle name harold
likes long walks on the beach and hurling frisbees
what’s so contemptible about that?

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016