Craig (Banana Man) and Eddie were sitting at a booth in the diner’s corner when James walked in. The cloud of smoke coming from overcooked food struck James’ nose like something that would strike your nose. It reminded him of his childhood, his mom used to say about her cooking, the burnt parts were the healthiest parts. So you could say, let’s just say he … Continue reading Queso Royale: Chapter 10 (The Diner)
The infamous chapter where James makes out with an old lady. Yep. Continue reading Queso Royale: Chapters 7-9 (James kills an old lady.)
She was slaving away her life-cycle as a cashier at the Weasel Diesel. Though only into her forties, it appeared time hadn’t been her friend, and the tanning bed hadn’t cared too much for her either. She also stood a head shorter than all the other cashiers in the area. James walked into the store, a little bell jingle-shrieked above him. She pushed her head … Continue reading Queso Royale Chapter 6: Mrs Marci the Cashier
The Bathroom James awoke with his butt squeezed in the urinal of a one-holer bathroom. He was butt-naked with only a white janitor’s rag covering his midsection. A severely-weathered dark Hispanic man sat on the toilet–jeans to porcelain. He was reading a glossy brochure. James could feel a desert seizing the back of his parched throat. “Tengo sed. Necesito Agua por favor,” James said … Continue reading Queso Royale Chapter 5: The Urinal
Under the former El Presidente de los Estados Unidos, Marco de Fuerza, the U.S government exterminated its people for the smallest of crimes. That was before El Presidente, Jesús Salvada, brought life to our dying country. He untied the hangman’s noose; removed the head of the guillotine program; gave the firing squad to the lethal injection crew. ———————————– “Mr. President we gotta do something,” T.R. … Continue reading Rapid Sentence Fulfillment
There once was a great excavator, and inside the cab was a fly. The little buzzer had lived in this massive machine since he was a tiny little maggot. Most days, the fly would play inside the machine while a man dug along the base of a small mountain. In in the fly’s short fifteen day life, the man had not once swatted at him … Continue reading The Fly and the Excavator
The man in yellow flipped his hand across James’ face. James stretched back in his chair and cried a note of sadness (G#) which absorbed into the truck stop’s overstocked toilet paper storage area along the back of the cleaning supply closet. Continue reading The Truck Driver: Queso Royale (Chapters 3 & 4)
