Short fiction for short attention spans. Like that proverbial box of chocolates...you never know which one is gonna suck until you try it.
Make no mistake that this decision, your decision, will ultimately come back to haunt you.
"You see, demons can exert some control over things like the weather or the small minded but gravity is the ultimate demon. Nobody controls that bitch." Words | J. Curtis Music | Guadalupe Plata
"We come together with Cash but only for a little while Then you're Waylon and I’m not Willie" Words & Performance | J. Curtis
"Now, put yourself behind the wheel or in one of the seats. Where are you driving off to?" Words & Performance | J. Curtis
"Vegas is somewhere behind you. The weeklong bender, those gaps in time and synapse that will never fire again are the only take home in that doggie bag brain between your ears." Written by J. Curtis Music by Guadalupe Plata
A sea-bound traveller of more than fifteen years she had a base knowledge of common languages from the ports she frequented but this was something different — a gutterspeak. Written by J. Curtis
She could lift a wallet, sure, like she just did but she’d also come away with much more with only a slight touch. Written by J. Curtis
I saw you lying there pretending I don’t exist when we both can smell your stench. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Erin Cadd
She sat quietly as her father’s voice played through the earbuds. Every word he spoke to her seemed unrehearsed but expertly tailored. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Rebecca Heyman
She couldn't remember much more than the feeling of freedom. Not so much freedom, but independence. Written by J. Curtis Music by noimsparticus, Peter Kirn
Tomorrow would be as different as any tomorrow might ever be. Written by J. Curtis Performed by Rebecca Heyman
The clock on his nightstand visible from his recliner glowed: 12:00. Midnight. Written by J. Curtis
"Even if she exhausted every last note in her register, every last breath in the whole of this world, there would be only a silent stillness." Written by J. Curtis Performed by Rebecca Heyman Music by Stellartux, Tr0t
As his hand moved unknowingly from the side of his face And all senses were piqued in every inch of the place Written by J. Curtis
Go out and love. Written by J. Curtis
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost Written by J. Curtis
From the Writing Collective @ Opium Den Studios in Oakland (http://bit.ly/1pX8l8W) Written by J. Curtis
What's more magic than working with your hands? Written by J. Curtis
Sometimes the bottle has you, sometimes you have the bottle. Written by J. Curtis