http://porkyandthemob.today.com and other creative writing selections. Thu, 09 Apr 2009 20:12:50 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en David lay unconscious on the sofa.  A large crucifix hung on the wall over him.  Lightning flashed outside, the light sparkled through the small window opposite from him.  The window was also stained-glass, but very simple.  It was a green tree; the blue sky was its backdrop.  In the foreground ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/09/cathedral-vii/ The priest heard the commotion and made his way to the foyer.  Seeing the drunkard on the floor, he helped him up and brought him threw the doors.  Another priest joined him.  They pulled him across the back of the nave – through more, old, oak doors and into a ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/08/cathedral-vi/ Seen from above, the cathedral was a cross shape. The top of the cross was arched, forming the apse. The roof was tiled in blue and green. It was over 100 meters long and the highest point was well over 120 meters high. There were two ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/06/cathedral-v/ David felt the water hitting his face, but then it spread over his body – it had begun to rain. The streets were quickly emptied into shops, porticos and even busses. It rained hard. Large globules fell from the sky, inundating wherever they fell. David got ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/04/cathedral-iv/ Families quickly moved on their way.  Others took steps back.  The mass of people parted like the Red Sea as he staggered back into the square.  A large fountain sat between him and the cathedral.  He fell at its black-rock base, closing his eyes.  The fountain was made of dark ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/02/cathedral-iii/ David stumbled through the square and into the street.  He reeked of booze, and had small, recent punctures along his arms.  The street was crowded, full of Saturday morning shoppers.  The cobblestones under their feet were smooth and rounded.  David tripped on a permanent rut, worn deep into the stones.  ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/04/01/cathedral-ii/ The massive cathedral stood on the highest hill in the city.  It was surrounded by the old town.  Enormous, solid rock blocks laid at the base, holding up the gargantuan edifice.  There were two Gothic towers on the west end, which soared up into the sky.  The ribbed spires pierced ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/03/31/cathedral/ The drunk lady was drunk when she got on board. The drunk lady got even more drunk when they came around with options of cocktails, wines and beers. The drunk lady got really, really drunk when they came around the second time. The drunk lady got extremely ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/02/23/the-drunk-lady/ Apparently I haven’t written in a long time, apparently it’s because of my rate change, apparently I could do something about it, but apparently I’m not going to. http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/02/17/apparently/ Burnout; it’s what I have in this very moment. My writing has gone off the deep end – it’s no secret, I know. It’s become very lame, very blaw blaw. I admit it. I skipped yesterday because “I was too tired.” Too tired? I ... http://porkyandthemob.today.com/2009/02/11/burnout/