Beagle in the City #105

Simon: Ok, now kiss eachother. Looks great. Beautiful couple. 

Ethan: Thanks,dude.

Simon: You gonna settle up or what? 

Ethan: …

Simon: A treat dad. You gotta pay me,man. I don’t work for free. 

Ethan: Your whole lifestyle is free. You sleep 16 hours on an electric blanket and refuse to walk through water. How can you call yourself a Beagle. 

Ethan: Ok everybody, it’s time for our family Christmas picture. 

Simon: Wait wait. I’ve got to get something.

Ethan: No. 

L: Just one year can we take a decent Christmas picture. 

Simon: I’ve got it!

Ethan: No toys in the family picture. 

Simon: Why not? 

L: Because it looks like a butt plug. Now spit it out. 

Ethan: Everybody smile.

Simon: My toy!

Happy Holidays 

You can’t buy love but you can rescue it. Adopt today.

Beagle in the City #104

Simon: The decorations look great dad! Go up one more I’ll spot you. 

Ethan: Simon, if I fall on you, you die. 

Simon: Good point. I’ll get mom. 

Ethan: Don’t just leave me up here! Simon!


Simon: I didn’t want to tell you guys. But the spirit of Christmas has got to me. 

Ethan: is this a ghost story? Because I have to prepare myself…


Simon: I got you a present not a ghost. I know it’s early. But it’s round and it’s green and it definitely doesn’t bounce but it fits under the couch!

Ethan: ….

Simon: Ok it’s a ball! I got you a BALL!

Ethan: You’re not supposed to tell us what it is,man. 

Simon: I better show you how to use it, you can put it in your mouth and carry it around. Or throw it across the room…go ahead and try it.

Bleeding Ink #989

Of course you’ve changed 

But you’re still you 

And we’ve never 

been right here before 

So breathe deep 

And let go 

Because 

What is inside of you 

Has been there 

All along 

And we will work these problems 

And we will come out 

On the other side 

Better 

You’re still you 

And history has been waiting 

For you to walk with it.

-Regardingsamuel.com 

Fox and Lola #part two 

From the author. 

I need to thank my friend Mattie or Matilda. Pitching ideas back and forth, she helped me get past my writer’s block. Tossing bad ideas and keeping good ones. 
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Part two

The slow pitter patter echoed through the hallway. Just before the bang against the window. 

Lola knew there was a bang. Or maybe it was one of those mental echoes that wake you up at night. She got out of bed and moved to the window, looking down onto the playground. 

She heard the old metal creaking as the carousel turned slowly. No one was there, but someone had been there. 

“Hello Lola.” 

The voice was quiet and calm. Young and wise. It was a male’s voice. And it was in the doorway of her room. 

She jumped, grabbing at her heart and turned around. 

“You don’t have to be afraid, Lola. Not of me. Although, you should be petrified but I’m not helping am I? I’m sorry.”

She stared at it. 

Rubbed her eyes and stared again. It was a fox. Sitting in her doorway. Its bright flaming colours and all. And he -it- was talking…to her. He stood up and walked to the window.

“Are you an angel?” She asked. 

He laughed. “Me? Hah, no, far from it. Lola, it’s ok.  I am nothing special. I’m just a fox. But you are. Anyone can talk to animals. We generally speak the same language you do. We’ve been living together for centuries. However, not everyone can hear us. Or understand us. With the exception of you, Lola May. You can hear. Because you’ve been listening.” 

“Oh. So you’re just a fox then?”

“Yes,but I have a snazzy tale.”

“Do you actually use it for a pillow?” 

“Wouldn’t you?”

He looked out the window. 

“Lola, you need to leave.”

This was probably just a dream. 

“What? I can’t leave. I’m sick.”

He looked at her. His eyes red, like dancing flames from a fire. They were alive. And she had never felt like that. Everyone she ever saw…their eyes were dark and cold. They made her feel empty. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. What’s wrong with you?”

“Well, I don’t know…”

She said.

” How many children have you seen Lola? Outside?”

“I’ve never seen any…”

” Can you remember not being sick? ”

Lola was getting nervous and confused. 

Fox looked out the window over the playground. 

“You’re not sick Lola. None of you are.”

“That’s insane. Why would I be here in a hospital if I’m not sick? I need to lie down.”

“How young your parents look. I swear they’re younger everyday. Why you just stay sick…”

“What do you mean? ”

“I want to help you Lola. We all do. We need to. Because after you, they will come for us. I have to go. Think about it.”

Fox left the room with the same pattering that he came in with. When Lola looked outside her window she could see him jumping through the playground equipment. Bright orange in the morning light. 

Beagle in the City #103

Simon: Hey, dad. Check out my kickin’ sweater! It’s got mooses on it. 

Ethan: Hey! It’s like we’re twins!

Simon: and it’s got these big buttons! I’m ready to go to grandmas. 

Simon: Can you help with the door. 

You can’t ghost write this stuff Ethan: Did you have fun at grandmas?… Simon? 

Simon: ….Zzz

Beagle in the City #101

Ethan: Come out Simon. I’m sorry. 

Simon: You yelled at me. 

Ethan: I’ve thrown five toys to you…you’ve ignored them all…how many do I have to throw?

Simon: Probably three more. 

Ethan: You were eating poop. From a strange animal. You can’t do that. 

Simon: You hurt my heart,Dad. 

Ethan: I’m sorry. Let’s just eat pop corn and watch Netflix. 

Simon: Can I take a selfie? 

Simon takes a selfie.