50 Words a Day: Stuffed Seductress

When the sun hits my eyelids, I hear the orchestra of the day playing. My eyes pop open like blooming flowers in fast-forward as they cast off the crusty remains of the night before. Can I force myself up from the well-stuffed seductress that lies beneath me? Yes or no? 

50 Wordsa Day: Reflections of Icarus

Icarus was a chump. Why’s this dumb motherfucker flying near the sun? I would be using those wings to pick up some girls. Or go to the drive-through like, “I don’t got a car, but I got these wings, bitch. Gimme a milkshake.” What’s so great about the sun, anyway?

50 Words a Day: Makinglove.org/puns

I tried to make love digitally-don’t worry mom, I had virus protection. We got downloaded and dirty, until updates were complete. We scanned each other for what felt like minutes. She reached out and grabbed my hard drive, and then her system crashed. I just couldn’t find the right plug-in.

50 Words a Day: The Butterfly Collector

The reason I love you is because of your colors, or the way you flutter through the air to heights unobtainable. The way I want to keep you is pinned, anesthetized, under glass, so I can stare at you like a child through a sweet shop window.