Mungin and Me

I'm introducing a weekly series featuring stories based on the misadventures of me and my brother Mungin.  I hope you enjoy.

Great Balls of Fire

I’ve never shot a gun, but I’ve fought with brothers through plenty of wars and caused more battle scars than I’ve received.  Roman candle wars were games of tag we used to play, only with a pyrotechnic element added to the mix.  The memory of our most intense clash still glows fresh in my mind. 

Panic at the Stoplight: A poor attempt of a poem about a journey

A red light stops you
and ejects you wildly
from serene monotony
into a rush of anxious alarms that scream,
thrash and bang inside your head.
Frantic visions possess the speed
and power of a freight train
rattling the tracks of your mind.
Vociferous thoughts cackle rants of increasing chaos
then drown in infinite flashes of
exponentially terrifying ideas
that won't wait their turn
to eradicate your neighborly normalcy.
A bomb explodes inside your chest

Mrs. Sing: A Short Story

    Another morning and Mrs. Sing opens the mint green door of the 50's style diner trailer, just as she has for the past 22 years.  Every morning she wishes to find the door broke down by vandals.  Her loyal employees are all there; her daughter Eve, now in her mid-30's, Julio, the cute but dumb cook, and Patty, the blimpish hag.  A flick of old switches bathes the trailer in pink and green neon.
    The diner is overflowing with nostalgia.  Hub caps from classic Chevy and Cadillac hot rods hang side by side along the close walls.  An old jukebox illuminated by rainbow lights, sits idly in the corner, waiting for someone to play a record by singers like Chuck Berry, Little Richard and Buddy Holly.  Mrs. Sing wants nothing more than an angry mob to storm the place and destroy it all.