short story

the waiter(flash fiction)

He sat at the poker table dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt surrounded by the elite
of New York dressed in dark suits. The “suits” looked at each other and laughed at
the disheveled new player.
The cards were passed. He won. He burned the cards and left the 50 grand
in one hundred dollar bills.The suits laughed but did find strange how in the world
the nutcase had entered.The next day the “suits” went to the bank, since they were
the presidents of those banks and each “suit” realized they had been robbed of one million
dollars totaling ten million. By that time there was a waiter in Boston counting the ten million.
Before the dishevel young men entered the poker room in that New York house,
he was their waiter who cleaned and with access to their wallets and all their information.
Being the computer geek he was, it wasn’t hard for him to access the bank computer system
with the directors personal information.
In the circle of thiefs they call him The Waiter.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

testing, attention please

Hey! It is not sexting, I said texting! testing attention please.

Testing, I can bet that I will get immediately a LIKE from certain people,
I have to learn about that software. Not really. I find it insulting, my heart is trembling.
Not really. But when I hit the button LIKE it is because I have read MOST the above
since obviously we don´t have time to be sitting in front of a computer all day, but I make my
best effort to read (rapid fire but I get the point) and learn from all those people.
Followers….obviously is good, specially that my profession is to write and you should buy my
next porn novel. Followers, I can truly say something true without minding shi shi hindig….
I like that people will read my nutty things, but at the same time I have
been so low, living the street life, that what? No followers…holy, that is big stuff then.
I usually find curious people that put into their post that ¨ I reached X amount of followers¨.

I´m sympathetic by nature,I have learned over the years to put myself in another people’s shoes,
not all obviously but quite some, try to look it in their perspective. That is why I was
a good criminal in my past life. I write, for me and for you, that is the truth. But,
to get my priorities straight, I write for me. I just enjoy it and then I hit publish.
There is always that feeling of ¨are people going to read me?¨. Just human nature,
but why would I think of a plan B if I shoot for plan A, I can get there through this blog
or another one with other name or just fucking make it happen. Not that hard.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Got the point? I´m just writing while high on the joint.

a letter to Sara (part 2. End)

Sara responds.

dear Bob i received your letter that i drenched in water. so much
blabbering, sobbing,it´s just disgusting. does it sting? my words
are like daggers i hope you bleed to death. Bob, really, get over it,
see a psychiatrist, i said psychiatrist not a dentist. my name is not
Sara, sir i´m a 15 year old girl named…i´m not going to tell a creep
like you out of the blue. I hope you seek clinical help and stop the
harassment with, this first and last letter!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

A letter to Sara (part 1)

give me a decimal of a chance Sara, it will be the last chance to show you
i can dance. i made thousands of mistakes before, i know, but the wind blows
now in the right direction. i have said that before with lure, this time i
can tell you why is different.i found God he lead me to sobriety, it has been
a long and difficult road, it has been 40 years now sober i´m not that young ogre.
i want to be yours Sara. my heart has always had a picture of you in my heart stuck
in it, needles in my heart making it bleed slowly but surely. i´m almost out of
blood left now. give me that decimal chance to show you before i die. it is my
last wish of this old sinking fish.

Stay Frosty gents and gentessess.

Doctor in shock (short story)

True story…unfortunately

Yesterday I had two appointments with the docs, that in itself can tell you how great my health is.
I’m waiting for over an hour for my number to come up in the t.v screen to enter room 13.
I’m looking at the t.v, looking down at my little piece of paper with my number, looking
and looking for almost two hours.That day I woke up at seven a.m, barely slept three hours,
my head is dead basically, I only focus on the freaking t.v screen to see if my number comes up.

It´s a huge waiting area, people are mad since they too are waiting way too much,
lets say there was not a Merry Christmassy spirit in the air, actually more like an air of death,
of psychopaths.

Ding! my number comes up, shit finally. I sit up with my eyes almost closed,
I’m trying extremely hard not to go to sleep for the final few steps until I get to the door.
I enter and the doctor tells me to ¨take off my clothes from waist up¨ and then she leaves.
Well, as I said before my state of mind was in a zen mood, my neurons not moving too fast,
so I took off all my clothes. She walks in, basically screams
¨what are you doing?!!¨except she did use the F word. I too was a bit in shock,
I looked at her a bit dumbfounded and told her that she did tell me to take off my clothes,
in my head I was thinking she was the nutty one. I did, unintentionally, a shock and awe on her.
She reminded me that she actually told me to take my clothes off from the waste up.

I think she was thinking I did it on purpose, which is what most people would think really,
so now, not even the ¨digestive¨ doctor will want to see me. My name is famous in that hospital,
they should rename it after me. This woman will never forget this patient for sure.
This crazy shit only happens to me. But now thinking about it and telling the story to people,
they all seem to find it extremely funny, but, thinking a second time,
I just sexually harassed a doctor…..

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The power of love (136 words so… flash fiction?)

He sat watching the sports channel ESPN with his fiance. She talked and talked
and he listened calmly and appreciative of what she was saying. He looked at
the sunset and decide this was the time. He took her out to the balcony turned
her to face him and told her he loved her and then pushed her off the balcony,
she screamed all the way down and he just smiled.
¨fuck, that wasn´t hard¨he said to himself.

He got back to watching his favourite team, the Cowboys, he called his friend
Jack who asked how his vacation was going, he replied that it couldn´t go better,
his love of sports was dancing in the air. They kept talking about the game as they
both watch it in their respective places.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Hot guy looking for a lady

Ladieeeeees!!

It´s your chance, now or never baby dolls.

I´m just looking for a woman that smokes, drinks,cooks good,
specially hamburgers and lots and lots of them. And that she pays
the rent plus all the smokes and drinks.

You might think that is too much but in return this is what you will get:

The best sex in your life, and I am actually quite funny. Not because I try to be,
it just comes out of my mouth some weird things and happens to me some weird things,
all of them…..well maybe not all but most of them are laughable. So 50% of the time
you´ll be laughing with me and the other 50% at me.

Forgot, you have to take care of this
She cares the shit out of me, I´m actually a bit traumatized I think.

So give me a thumbs up in comments if yes and if no a thumbs down, and if no girls are
willing, hey guys…..I´m open to options.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The kid (65 word story)

As I heard the words come out of her mouth my heart stopped.
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“I am.” She responded.
I’m going to become a daddy.
Questions flooded my mind, do they make a lot of noise? How much cost this and that?
I could feel my knees buckling, she just smiled and said,”its just a bulldog!”

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I just got away from killing

Trust me or better not, I can get in the doubtful knot
and come out…. like a nice looking slut.
So today was the day that again the police came to my room,
broom broooooooooom! Yep, talk about men hitting girls,
why the fuck you don’t talk once in a while about girls, in my case,
having two guys in front of my door ready to kick the shit out of me.
Because of her, she told them that. So fuck all that shit.

Not the first time, but the first time I did came out with a knife,
so the police told me that was not nice and the next time to call
them first I did something before their behest.

So today I did call them when I saw they were there,
the bitch thought I would be scared?
Eventually the real problem is that I live with 3 more people,
and here was the trick, the girl who I pay the rent wanted to
get me the fuck out of there,quite normal really, but I just
started saying how much I understood her and then went into
a rambling about my experience in the USA, she surely didn’t
know about that, so kept her mind out of the other thing, so I’m good.
I think, who knows.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Did you hear that?

I was sleeping in the couch on Christmas eve, my bulldog Molly was snoring
like a pig right beside me on the wooden floor. It’s an old house so you hear all kinds
of noises, that is why I have Molly by my side, although it does seem she’s in
a very deep sleep and I really doubt she’ll be able to hear anything, let alone
fight for his owner. Suddenly I heard “smack!!” followed by a mumbling voice saying
“What the hell is with these freaking chimneys.” Then he emerged, a big old fat man,
dressed in red. I yelled to Molly and we both ran. I thought she would fight but no,
we ran to the bathroom and locked ourselves. You could hear footsteps around the house,
suddenly they stopped. Molly and me stayed in the bathroom until I thought the coast was
clear. We gently made our way to the chimney, there was a letter that said “Sorry,
I’m a bit out of shape.” And there was my ninja collection!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.