Thank you all for coming to the 2011 reading of Foolish Words last night. I took a few photos of some of the contributors. You can find them on Flickr. You can also peruse the handy slideshow below. Enjoy!
A magnificent trumpeting escaped from the giant pile of sludge — he rumbled, “…Excuse me,” using a tone more defiant than sheepish, that surely Winston Churchill used in the very same situation, many, many times. Sheila stared at the napkin clutched in her fist. “You’re excused,” she muttered distractedly. She then looked up at the oozing […]
The towering sludge ate Marvin. “Ingrate,” it burped. Sheila passed out at the smell of it, waking fifteen minutes later with the taste of rancid marshmallow fluff and burned duct tape in her mouth. “Apologies,” the sludge said. “Mentos?” “No, thanks,” Sheila said. She preferred Altoids. “What were you saying?” “Indeed, you have come to me, […]
Marvin paused for a second and cleared his throat. “Wait. WAIT! You designed Bozeman? You? And you want US to help YOU? Oh, we’ll help you, alright…did you ever try to drive through Bozeman? I mean, 12th Avenue ran from Oak to Juniper, then stopped, then picked back up again off of Chequamegon Village Road […]
“You still haven’t answered my question”, said Sheila. She shook her rifle at Marvin. “Where did this thing come from?!” He turned his back on the bubbling pit. From where they stood it most resembled a cup of espresso: a dark, deep, pervasive brown dotted with dazzling foam along its edges. The scene was almost beautiful […]
