Story #3

by Cassi Jerkins


The child at the carnival could not have been more delighted at the demented acts he witnessed before his eyes. The laughter of the Master of Ceremonies frightened his soul in a most pleasing way. As lions hopped through hoops of fire and a man on a unicycle juggled sharp knives with his own bare hands, all the boy could think was, “I want to build my own circus!” 

7 Reasons Southern California Traffic Sucks

So sorry for the lack of 7 Deadly Lists recently.  My computer's been in the shop for the past couple of weeks.  I was working on a list for 7 Reasons I Love Apple Care, but I couldn't get past point 1: It saved me over $1,000 in repairs.  Unfortunately, this means I had to abandon the Halloween list I was planning, but there's always next Halloween.  I would also like to thank Cassi Jerkins for helping out in the lull with some creative writing stories.  I hope you all enjoyed them as much as I did, and hopefully she has more coming soon.

Anyway, in the time since my last post, I was moved from my job at our Orange County location to our Redondo Beach location, which is good, because at least I'm getting work, but bad because on a good day, I have a one hour commute now.  Which has forced me to create the 7 Reasons Southern California Sucks.  And I think this will be the first list that I count it down from 7 to 1.  Enjoy.  Or not, I already got your page view.

Story #2

by Cassi Jerkins

The artist hunched over his pad of blank paper for nearly an hour at his favorite outdoor eastside cafe, the cigarette butts collecting beneath the table. “Why haven’t I been struck by the Muse?” the tortured artist sulked while gazing wincingly at the sun. He adjusted his black beret and sat back in the light wooden chair. “Pathetic,” he thought, “another bright day clouding my talent!” He scowled forward and snatched his pencil, thoughtlessly dabbling two ovals side by side. “What is this?” the artist peered piercingly at the two ovals, “Reveal yourself to me!” He slowly began to draw a smaller oval within the right oval… “Yes, an eye… but not just any eye. Please go on!” The artist continued to meticulously draw and the next hour carried by in a most surreal manner, this right eye becoming increasingly apparent to him… It was the “Eye of Death” of course and the left eye was slowly becoming the “Eye of Riddle”! The artist’s imagination was enticing him further and further down the rabbit hole.