INT: Dimly lit rundown bar. White guy: Nigger! Black guy: Cracker. White guy: Jungle bunny! Black guy: Hillbilly. White guy: Jigaboo! Black guy: Juggalo. White guy: Ape! Black guy: Peckerwood. White guy: Nig nog! Black guy: What are we even doing? White guy: You started it! Black guy: No, YOU started it when you… Continue reading A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
My interpretation of the short story by Annie Proulx.