Written by littleant on February 27, 2015
Killing Time
WritingJust after three o’clock in the afternoon, Johnnie MacCracken’s Celtic Pub was dead as a doornail, which is exactly how Bud liked it. He swirled the last of his beer around in it’s red and white can before leaning his head back and tipping it down his throat. Belching inwardly, Bud crimped his can slightly
Written by littleant on February 20, 2015
I think something sinister has happened to my dustpan.
WritingThe door to the shed is open again. It’s a black yawning maw in a white face. ________________________________________________ I think something sinister has happened to my dustpan. Today is Thursday, the second day of Lent. I am sick, and I came home from work early after being sure to pass my germs along to everyone
Written by bigant on February 16, 2015
I Needed The Whole of Nature to Unbosom Myself
Music
My little pup turned 11 years old over the weekend! To celebrate the sweetest edition to my life since little ant (aww), I dug up an old song inspired by Rogue the dog.
A few years ago, I lived in a house where Rogue could be left outside in the backyard thanks to a huge fence and a low-traffic area. I left her out one beautiful day before walking down to my favorite watering hole, only to have the beautiful day overcome by thunderstorms while I was inside and unaware. After running home through the rain, the saddest ball of wet shivers ran up to me from under the patio table- ranking that night one of my top 5 Worst Pet Owner moments. I muddled up our stories and added a pinch of hyperbole to write this song.