Crooked Painting

 A story based on a random thought. Nightly Stroll   By Nick Pulsipher                The streetlight reflected off a tin can lying idle in the road on an otherwise dark and lonely night. Jackson kicked it with the force of a football player trying to score a field goal in a big game. As it bounced off the road it sent a tink, tink, tink, echoing through the air, providing soundtrack to an eerily quiet street. Someone yelled through an open window for him to keep it down. It was the most anyone had said to him in a while.            He didn’t mind being alone so much. He didn’t do well with people. He figured he was one of those rare people that wasn’t meant to journey through life with other people by his side. Still, he could get lonely without good distraction, so he started playing video games. They didn’t make him feel out of place and most had the s...

 This is the first story I will share. I wrote it several years ago and it was lost for a time. I've decided it shouldn't stay lost. It needs polishing up but I've sort of grown attached to that old campy style I used to tell stories in.   REVENGE OF THE CHILDREN By Nick Pulsipher   1. The light flickered in the tree house. The kerosene lamp that it emanated from hung from a hook attached to the center of the roof. It lit up the two children who were sitting across from each other deep in conversation. Their brows were furrowed to mark the seriousness of the subject. “Is it really the last year?” One kid asked. He was a portly kid, wearing tattered jeans with more holes than Swiss cheese and a shirt that was so tight it looked like it was about to burst open. His face looked smudged with dirt but it was only the beginning of his very first set of whiskers. “Yes Grubs,” said the other kid. He was the tallest of the two of them; having grown a foot over the s...