It has been determined that some of us require help

We think the neighbors are into porn. Watching it, making it, getting paid for it, something. They aren’t roofers, that’s for sure. They had the van repainted for roofing, as if they’d legitimately revamped their business. And they tried to recruit us as roofers, in a multi-level marketing kind of way. But they aren’t into…

Baby Doll

She woke up again 3:30 a.m. She lay in bed for a while, pinching the bridge of her nose. When she was certain, she threw off the sheets. In darkness she walked to the living room, feeling her way with a hand against the wall. At the mantle she fumbled for a box of matches,…

Assassin

We here at Waltbox (and by ‘we’ I mean ‘me,’ or rather I, Walt) are (am) excited to feature today a Halloweeny treat by none other than Michelle of The Green Study. She’s taken a break from what I like to think of as The Good Fight to get into the spirit of the season…

Mother of Thousands

The next Waltoween guest post is from Lynn Love, a very talented writer who has been featured on WordPress Discover. Her flash fiction is superb, so make sure you pay her a visit at her blog, Word Shamble. And please let her know you were here to enjoy this story by clicking ‘like’ and leaving a comment below! 

Die, My Darling

Francis tells me his fiancé is moving in soon and I will have to move out. When that time comes, so does the For Rent sign in the yard a few doors down. A basement apartment in an old house built decades ago. I sign the contract with the owner and walk my belongings across the…

October is coming, and you’re invited (again!)

Just say it; let it clunk about in the back of your throat: October. It’s the coolest name for a month, and the coolest month by far. The earth itself (the top half, anyway) is literally cooling down, the air getting damp. Spiders are spinning webs, skeleton hands clawing their way through moist earth towards…

Saturday in the park, madness descending

Indians play cricket every Saturday morning on the tennis courts. You’d think cricket matches would play out better on the baseball diamond, which no one ever uses for baseball, but most of the players crowd themselves to the left of the nets, and balls hit to the right rarely make it to the one or…

Dr. Littlejohn Gets Carried Away

Ah, a crisp, autumn morning, a cup of French roast, and just a nip of opium. But not too much! I’ve a lecture at the Academy at noon, and need catching up on the latest in electrophysiology for my closing remarks. But it is early yet. Just a pinch in my pipe, and a look…

The Bad Thought

Yeah, do you come up with your own thoughts? I think so. Do you? Cause I had a thought the other day that wasn’t mine. What was it? F@#k God. Oh my. Yeah. That’s — that’s awful. Yeah. But it wasn’t mine. It wasn’t your thought? No. I didn’t think it. Who did? What do…

The Epistle of the Galatian Agitant

You foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you? ~ The Letter of St. Paul to the Galatians, 3:1 Purportedly written in the late first century A.D. in  response to accusations made by the Apostle Paul in his Letter to the Galatians, The Epistle of the Galatian Agitant is an obscure, non-canonical text considered by scholars to be…

In which the governor decides to attack

When we last left him, The Governor had blood on his sword and two heads on the ground. Here’s what comes next… Plans Later that evening, Commander Drogan entered his tent to find the Governor reclined on his cot. Drogan’s cot. “It’s about time,” said the Governor, puffing on his water pipe. Drogan’s water pipe.…

Zen and the Art of Being Dick Hercules

I’d been so looking forward to Sunday. I had just sat down, my bottom on my cushion, my cushion on the floor, floor atop the mountain, mountain near Kyoto, Japan, and I was preparing for my first bout of zazen — the seated meditation — here at the monastery atop Mount Hiei. I scrunched into…