Narration – She Was Schizophrenic
Narrated By: Scott Savino
Month: July 2018
Where Has Lucy Gone?
I’m here because our adopted son lost one of his friends and we’re trying to figure out how to find her. Where has Lucy gone? Our son wants someone to play with. My husband, Daniel, and I always wanted a family. It’s happening a lot now for gay couples: very recently we became fathers! It’s so exciting!
A Deal is a Deal
He awakes. He awakes in bed. He awakes in bed, confused. But he shouldn’t be. A deal, is a deal. The bed is on the ceiling, and now, he is finally wide awake; staring at the floor through the locks of his long hair. They hang heavy, damp with something viscous dripping downward. Downward with the pull of gravity. He tosses his head around from where he dangles to rearrange the mop of sodden curls away from his eyes.
The Crow Kids Will Teach You To Fly
The first time I saw one, I was seven. That was the night the neighbor-girl Cindy died. We were friends. It was summertime and hot and the marsh was foggy and the frogs were all going at once, making an awful racket with their obnoxious noises.
The Distant Sound of Hammers
I awoke in my dorm room to the distant sound of hammers….Pounding and pounding and pounding. “Do you hear that?” I asked. My dormmate indicated that he did not. Gave me a strange look.
Flower Power
I think my new neighbor is planting hallucinogens but I can’t be sure. Not that it matters. We’ve been on a couple of dates now and he seems nice enough but even still, I know what I’ve heard with my own ears and seen with my own eyes.
Touch Yourself Again…
Have you guys ever heard of The Onan? My husband has never heard of it. He says it’s not a real thing…but it has to be, because I’ve seen it. He masturbates all the time…so for sure, it’s seen him.
The Honey of Revenge
1 When I was young, I knew Aunt Alice was sick. Mother said so and I could see the mania that crept behind her eyes in the pages of old photo albums. When mother died, Alice was our only family. By default I was sent to live with her. I was seven. She was much worse than I’d been told.