A Man and His File Cabinet

Shaun lit up his smoke and leaned against the rail of the front porch. It was winter time and the nights were silent as could be. No crickets chirped or none of that shit. I lit up a smoke and his heart poured out.

"What time is it?

"10:3O," I said.

"Good, It's early. I have to wake up at 7 to go meet my Dad," he continued. "I'm trying to get this job as a property manager for this hotel uptown. They ran a background check and the last time I got arrested was 2006 for my DUI and then went to trial for it in 2007 and apparently I got charged with distributing to minors, which I wasn't fucking charged for. So now I'm trying to get all of my arrest records and trial records. On top of this my roommate still hasn't paid me for bills so I'm scrounging by. I coasted into work on fumes. I had to borrow 20 bucks from a co worker so I could get home. So I called my Dad and I gave him the situation."

Non missing a beat he went on. "I said, Hey pops, I need all the information from my last DUI, I'm trying to get hired and need all the documents, anything and everything. And I need that 60 bucks for helping you install your new furnace." there was a pause on the telephone.

His father spoke in a deep but understanding voice "Meet me at my work at 7:30. I'll pull everything from my file cabinet and I'll give you 60 bucks in cash."

Shaun threw his cigarette on the ground and then he looked at me and said, "Thanks for the beer."

I looked back and said "Hey man, Thursday is the new Friday, so I'll see you tomorrow."

He laughed, got in his car and drove away.

I'm thinking this story should get epic and the father in the story should be trapped in a flood that threatens his life and, more importantly, his file cabinet. He finds a way to make the filing cabinet float and sails it to dry land.

let me know what you think

The Snow in Atlanta is a One Night Stand

If felt like disco balls were draining down on the back of his nasal passage. The little disco balls were then falling on his tongue making him spit out lies to anyone in the vicinity of his booming voice. He needed to say something life changing.

"I have an averaged sized boner but I get along pretty well." he said.

A rare snow was falling on Atlanta. The bar was sparse except for a magical corner in the darkest most magnificent little place in the whole world. They were a dense cluster of pure energy. They were drinking whiskey like water.



(I have no idea what this story will end up being about, but I figure I'd throw it up here, anything can be changed)

Dirty Sheets

A cold sun came through the venetian blinds giving the whole room stripes. The room was decorated nicely but it was most noticeably dirty and unkempt. Like a great empire in decline or a faded dress. The bed stood out most. It was a beautiful piece with a tall dark oak headboard that reached almost to the ceiling. This is where our hero lays asleep. Where to some time is generous to Gerald is was treacherous. At the age of 35 he had the appearance of someone much older. His head was bald with a dark black ring and is mustache was gray. A lifelong smoker and drinker his skin was leathery and sagged. The long days of working outside and the stress of an unlucky life played their part as well. He began to stir.

Gerald rolled over looking to put his arm around someone but no one was there. He had done the same thing, every morning for the past two years. His young fiance split leaving him alone to his three bedroom in the suburbs.

Gerald sat up and put his feet on the carpeted floor. "Mother fucker" he said.



My first idea for a short story is about a guy who wakes up inexplicably in love with his bed. At first things are normal though he thinks about his bed more and more each day until finally he can't stand the anxiety of being separated from his beloved bed . He quits his job and stocks up on food and booze. He writes love poems and stuffs them under the mattress and becomes a disgusting slob, not taking out the garbage or taking showers. One night he orders a hooker, telling his bed, "we're going to have a threesome tonight." He gets the hooker to bring a case of beer and Chinese food. The hooker gets there and is immediately disgusted by the whole scene and leaves. Distraught and angry the main character drinks all the beer and eats all the Chinese food and has a wild sexual romp with his bed.

He wakes up the net day having fallen off his bed. His room, littered with beer cans and Chinese takeout containers and realizes how insane he has been and snaps out of it. He takes a shower and goes to a trucker bar. Drinking alone he meets a middle aged and not very attractive woman. They drink and he ends up taking her home. Not thinking about the disgusting state of his room he enthusiastically swings the door open to reveal the huge wreck though the woman is unfazed and completely overtaken with passion. They have wild sex on the beer cans and dirty sheets.


what are your thoughts on this idea?

The main character needs a reason to go crazy.