ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Don't hate me because I'm crazy! [August 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (54) A Rose In Winter (Poetry) Love that never bloomed... written in 1991 about a relationship that wasn't meant to be. [253 words] About My Sisters (Poetry) Life is short... just ask Doc and Judith...I am very close to my sisters and wanted to pay tribute to them... [95 words] All Hallows Eve (Poetry) ....graveyard play. [72 words] Bruises (Poetry) [55 words] Buried Alive? (Poetry) Daylight dreaming and no way out. [89 words] Chest Of Pain (Poetry) What happened to me but not this bad to make me quit smoking... it stinks, but so did I then. [69 words] Daddy Where Art Thou? (Poetry) Poem about my daughter and her birth father.... [179 words] Dear Stepdad (Short Stories) A stepson realizes what it takes to be a caretaker. [256 words] Desk Lunch Part 1 (Short Stories) A middle aged sales rep deals with the confines of her life. [390 words] Desk Lunch Part 2 (Short Stories) The same but more.... [346 words] Desk Lunch Part 3 (Short Stories) The sales rep continues with her day... [314 words] Desk Lunch Part 4 (Short Stories) On the way to postal... [303 words] Desk Lunch Part 5 (Short Stories) She has totally lost it, but you guess... [153 words] Desk Lunch Part 6 (Short Stories) Life goes on in the cubicle world... [136 words] Dragonfly Mile (Short Stories) Whimsical flight of fantasy reality as a young woman tries to find her lost... you tell me... [191 words] [Fantasy] Floaters (Poetry) Beware of things that fly peripherally... [118 words] Garden Of Bones (Poetry) What lies beneath the backyard? [107 words] Hothouse Lizards Part 2 (Novels) Voodoo, soul searching and Spanish moss.... [949 words] Hothouse Lizzards Part 1 (Short Stories) Voodoo, New Orleans, Spanish Moss, etc... all the things that everyone wants to read about... [2,641 words] [Horror] Howling Dog (Poetry) What I hear tonight with senses heightened... [107 words] Is It Real Or Is It Memorex? (Short Stories) You tell me... [82 words] It's That Time Of Year (Poetry) Memories, smells, sounds of Christmas to a young girl. [197 words] Looking At The Moon (Poetry) Waiting for my lover...I wrote this about 12 years ago and I gave it to my husband for Valentine's Day after we were married... [149 words] Madness Amongst The Dust (Poetry) Ssshhh! [81 words] Man And A Tree (Poetry) What happens in a relationship when a man tries to contain a woman and not let her be herself. [215 words] [Relationships] Mark Of The Beast Part Three (Short Stories) The saga continues with a gal stuck in Armageddon. [174 words] Mist Walkers (Short Stories) How I feel every time I visit a new cemetary... [112 words] Mold Or Old? (Poetry) A woman faces her fears of growing old... [116 words] My Curse (Poetry) A woman is plagued by other's sights... [266 words] Night In Antigua (Short Stories) Part one of a slighted warrior bent on revenge towards his derelict father... [194 words] Nightmare At Brushy Creek (Short Stories) While sleeping dreams become reality... [106 words] Nocturnal Juices (Poetry) Sexual demon encounter. [103 words] Procrastination 2003 (Poetry) Waiting can be the death of you. [87 words] Pull Of The Tides (Poetry) Lovers searching... who knows. [246 words] Roachtrap (Poetry) Like sticky glue the roach is caught! [125 words] Rutapottamus (Poetry) I think I saw a Rutapottamus... [114 words] Smoke Lover (Poetry) Hint of smoke, love ? [68 words] Take Me To The South (Poetry) Simple diddy re the South. [187 words] The Countess Of Storymania (Poetry) Everyone knows. [13 words] The Cubicle (Short Stories) Working in a box and what is does to the psyche... [104 words] The Evil Root (Short Stories) Manna Madness runs rampant. [165 words] The Hidden (Poetry) - [27 words] The Keepsake (Short Stories) Love Story... read and review... come one come all! [837 words] [Relationships] The Locket (Short Stories) You tell me.... Please read and review... feel free to comment! [880 words] The Lost Garden (Poetry) Lost History. [129 words] The Machine (Poetry) Sensitive abortion piece from the baby's viewpoint [160 words] The Mantel (Poetry) Leaving your heart on the mantel.... and more. [160 words] The Presidents (Poetry) Twisty and hidden.. You tell me.. I'll let you know if you're right. [122 words] The Talking House (Poetry) Echoes of old earth and stone.. are you listening? [107 words] The Tree Of Life (Poetry) I have a tree in my backyard that I'm sure is the center of the universe... There is a suburbia of animals et all living there... Please Read... [119 words] The Wooden Box (Short Stories) Lesson in shared grief through an antique box. [509 words] [Motivational] Tick Tock (Poetry) Betrayal.... [55 words] Wanderlust (Poetry) You guess... vampire... or lover??? [150 words] White White Wonderland (Poetry) A short poem scaling seasons from childhood to adult... [134 words] [Motivational]
Braided Belt From Hell D G Williford
Braided Belt from Hell
"Mom, It's 8:30", my
daughter screamed at me, waking me from a dream
where Colin Farrell was getting ready to fuck me.
"Dammit".
I rolled out of bed knocking my useless alarm clock
with the oversized numerals to the floor.
It was raining cliches and I was in no mood to be
late today or for that matter, even go to work.
"Fuck".
I took a shower to wash off yesterday's problems
and got ready for work, lovely work.
"Bye sweetie pumpkin", I said as I kissed my dog goodbye.
I opened the door to a deluge and no fucking umbrella in sight.
I had 672 umbrellas at work and not a one at home.
What was up with that?
I sprinted to the car and of course hit the wrong damn clicker.
Brown car, not green car, dumbass.
Soaking wet I was finally in my land coffin.
My shirt was wet, my pants were wet, my hair was stuck to my
head and I hadn't even had my double latte yet.
Thank God I had a forty five minute drive
to work to collect my thoughts for the day.
Attitude Survey Meeting at 10:30 with Manager and
Supervisors in Manager's Office
Drug Orientation for new employee at 1:00 in my office
With the way my day was going, I was A) either going to blow up
in the Attitude Meeting and pull a fish and more
or B) need to drug test myself.
I pulled into the parking lot and of course there were no open spaces.
I circled a couple of times and found one. I hit the trunk button
and jumped out. All I could find in the trunk was an old
dirty dish rag that was probably used to wax the car and threw it over my head.
I tried to close the trunk but something was hampering it.
"What the fuck?" My husband's braided belt used to hold the trunk
closed while driving with a bike in the back was still clinging to it's new home.
I pushed the braided belt from hell inside and slammed the trunk again.
"Fuck"...
It wouldn't close... the belt was still in the way.
The third time was the charm.
The belt went back to the pits of hell.
With my dirty dishrag hat and my now
see through outfit I trudged into work,
and this wasn't even a Monday.
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