Jason DeGroot's Blog, page 66

When Seth got to Manny's, the place was already bumping.  Cars were parked all the way down the block, plus several parked right up on the lawn and in the driveway.  Men and women, most of whom Seth had never seen before in his life, were standing outside drinking beer out of plastic cups, and people were streaming in and out of the house, and the loud thumping music that Seth had heard three blocks away was now almost deafening.

"Christ on a crutch," Seth muttered, keeping his head down and h...

"EXTERMINATE!"

David Bleu opened his eyes.  Or, rather, eye, for he seemed to be looking through a long, myopic tube that only showed everything around him in black and white.  Around him were strange contraptions, dome-shaped, with long tubes coming out of their. . .heads?  They looked to have metal skirts with metal bubbles welded in rows all around them, and each of them had two protuberances in their mid-section, one that looked like a. . .ray gun?  And the other that looked like. . .a...

Kibosh sat down next to where he'd set his hat and jacket down and wiped the sweat off his forehead.  Dismemberment and burial was hard work.Rummaging in the pocket of his jacket, he found the apple and tuna sandwich he'd brought along with him, along with a bottle of Aquafina.  He took a big swig of water, unwrapped his sandwich, and wolfed it down in three bites, chewing maybe four times.  He took another swig of water and belched."My goodness, excuse me," he said to no one.Kibosh leaned...

"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darlin' you give love a bad name!"  Jill sang along (really screamed along) as Bon Jovi belted out another awesome song.  All around her, the crowd was going wild, and Jill was going wild with them.  Next to her, her friend Katherine was pumping her hand in the air, and Katherine's friend Nancy was next to her doing the same.  Jill closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, a joyous smile on her face.  She rocked her head to the music, her...

The first thing Melora noticed after the cab deposited her in front of her house in Long Island was that the big tree in front of the house had fallen over.  The second thing she noticed was the hole in her roof.  After standing and staring at the destruction for a good five minutes, the third thing she noticed was that her front door was unlocked.  For a second, she thought of calling the police, but she was exhausted from the flight, the security company hadn't called her to alert her to a ...

White dust filled the room outside the office, and as Nestor shut the door, some of it swirled inside.

"Hurry your fat ass up!" El Jefe  screamed.

Nestor took the seat next to his brother Claudio.  His chair groaned under his girth, much as Claudio's had when he'd sat down.  They wore their usual attire, black shirts, black pants, and black leather trench coats.  Both of them had their sunglasses sitting on top of their bald heads.  If there was one thing El Jefe hated, it was sunglasses.

"Never...

Dylan Mulroney awoke with a gasp.  The last thing he remembered was pain and fear and death.  But now, now he felt peace and coolness and lightness.  In fact, he felt like he was floating.  And when he looked down, that's exactly what he was doing.  He was naked, but his body was indistinct, the blue light of his surroundings passing through him.

He could hear the sounds of a choir of men singing the most beautiful song he'd ever heard in a language that he knew immediately was not of...

Seth had taken the bus and ended up getting to 10 Pin Alley a half hour ahead of everyone else.  The place was practically deserted.  He'd been coming here every Wednesday with Manny, Black Jack, and Jack's friend Clifford for almost three years now.  They weren't in any leagues, it was just a way for them to blow off some steam and shoot the shit, which is something he definitely needed right now.

The place looked and smelled brand new.  10 Pin had recently undergone a remodel and the lanes g...

Robert Kind sat in the walk-in freezer on a grey metal folding chair wearing nothing but an apron that had "KIND GROCERIES" written on it in big green letters.  His head was hanging down, and blood dripped from his shattered nose onto his bare legs.  His hands were duct-taped behind him and his ankles were taped to each of the chair legs.  He couldn't remember how long he'd been sitting here, but he'd stopped shivering, he couldn't feel most of his body, and his skin had a tinge of blue, so l...

"Ah, New York," Kibosh thought to himself as he strolled down the bustling sidewalk.  Despite what had happened to him here five years ago, he still loved the city.  He loved the anonymity of it.  He loved that everyone had places to be and everyone's time was more important than everyone else's.   It was the only place in the world where he could walk down the street and no one noticed him.  No one cared who he was or what he did.  The only time they might show any interest would be...