All That Jazz Hands

Posted on March 31, 2018 by sungmokoo

The world as she knew it had turned upside-down. For the first time in her life, Claire Meacham was not going to resist, instead, she too would turn upside-down. SPOILER ALERT: Things do not go well. Her intention was not to succeed, but to prove a point. It was with this nonchalant attitude that she would audition for the Bob Fosse Revue, “Cabaret and All That Jazz, Yeah”, followed by a snap, and the yeah is whispered.

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The New Purgatory

Posted on March 30, 2018 by sungmokoo

It was liver spot roll call time. There were some new faces.

As he lay dying in a hospice, Seymour Franklin, was in a serious predicament. The lobe in his brain that catered to his communication skills fried out during the last stroke, his third, if you are counting. He could hear. He could smell. He could comprehend. But he could not move, nor speak. It sucked to be him.

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When Oysters Get Boisterous

Posted on March 29, 2018 by sungmokoo

“This is what it looks like when oysters taint. This should never go near your mouth.”

You should have known better. You never eat raw oysters in an ‘r’-less month, and never ever at a Chuck E. Cheese’s® all-you-can-eat buffet. You should have had the common sense and the wherewithal to have stopped after eating one, especially since it tasted like reeking socks. It is morbidly sad that you know what sock tastes like. Your nagging curiosity always manages to get the best of you. You should have known by the texture, raw oysters are usually slimy, and not dry and crunchy. Most surprising, you ate close to a dozen.

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