Random Thoughts by KHUTCH

Eric stood there watching in amazement of the beauty of the waterfall. The shear volume of water was astounding to him. Almost as amazing as the fact that he talked his best friend into gong over it in a barrel, unaware of the jagged rocks hidden by the mist. He also wondered if he could get a better best friend this time.

Superman was soaring through the sky holding the woman he just rescued from the burning building. Normally he was proud of his work. He particularly enjoyed saving these attractive Earth women who were all too willing to return the favor for saving them once he got them back to his fortress of Solitude, but if this one didn't shut up already, he might just dump her in the ocean.

He was sicken as he drove the knife in yet again. He knew how to do it by shear repetition of numbers. He was a serial killer for hire he thought. He tried to comfort his conscious by telling himself that they were not human after all and he was just following orders. He needed a paycheck too if he was to survive. As the knife twisted just so, he sighed, hoping this would be the last one they asked him to murder today, but it was not to be. Table five also wanted oysters.

Try reading my book. My real name is there on the cover. K for Keith and Hutch for Hutchison. But thanks for that glimpse into your thinking process.

HE knew that he shouldn't hate because of color, but he was full of rage. Could the others not see what he saw? Could they not understand that they had to go? For so long he had contained his anger, his hidden self. The truth he had hidden from society for so long, but now his was a mere two seconds away from finally letting it pour out of him in glorious display of hatred! The two seconds passed and he laid on his horn, even if for just a quick toot, to get the stupid idiot in front of him to move now that the light was no longer that most disgusting of colors, red.

Michael knew he was a damn fine lawyer, but this was out of this world. Literally. He had been out camping alone as he liked to do before a big case was about to open. But this time it turned out he was not alone. In the middle of the night he awoke to a strange sound that seemed like a tiny insect at first. That is what had awoken him, but the sound grew until it was shaking the very ground under him! He hurried out of the tent and came face to face with the grey men standing in front of their flying saucer.

"We are representatives of the counsel of League of Advanced Worlds and we are here to speak to your leader." They said.

Michael knew an opportunity when he saw one. If these beings were here to share advanced knowledge, he could turn that into a huge payday for himself.

"I am the leader of this planet." He told them with confidence.

But what happened next was beyond anything he was expecting. "Knock it off bitch! Don't make us come back!" One of them said and slapped him hard across the face before they turned and climbed back aboard their ship and were soon lost to the brightening sky.

This was the last time, he told himself. He had to resist the temptation if he was ever going to break the cycle of dependency. For as long as he could remember, he had surrendered to its gnawing, driving him to once again give in. But this time it would be different. This time he would win! But even as he said that, he knew it was a lie and used the spoon again. God he hated having to eat when he was hungry!

She was very sad at her husband's funeral. She couldn't help, but let the tears flow as she was very upset of his dying from his parachute not opening. She knew he was the daredevil type when she married him, but this was so damn depressing. All that careful planning she had done to murder him and get away with it was now just a waste of time.