Napoleon Dynamite walks into the shady old elevator and is struck by a beautiful girl, Pink. Napoleon is in such “ahh” that his mouth will not close. His horrendous mouth breathing gets worse by the second. “What are you looking at?!” Pink questions as she has her hand on her hip. Napoleon puts his head down and walks to the back of the elevator. Then Justin Timberlake sprints for the closing doors and barley makes it in. Justin stands next to pink, smirks at her, and pushes for floor 13. “Senorita, I feel for you.” Justin says as he’s looking Pink up and down. “Don’t get any ideas, it’s only you and your hand tonight!” Pink says as she glares into his eyes. Napoleon seeks his opportunity to impress Pink and starts busting some moves with his moon boots. Pink laughs in his face and then turns around. “I don’t know who you are but that is no way to rock your body.” Justin says as he chuckles. “Gosh!” Napoleon said Pink gets so frustrated with both of them talking she pushes Justin into the wall. The lights on the elevator flicker and the elevator comes to a halt. “Gosh! You’re such an idiot!” Napoleon screams. “Now I will never make it to Pedro’s party!” “Oh, Cry me a river.” Justin slowly says as he rubs his eyes. Pink bangs her head against the side of the elevator and looks like she wants to kill somebody. Justin keeps pushing the emergency button but nobody responds. “There’s not hope, those stupid girls at the front desk won’t even notice!” Pink yells with her face full with fluster. “Don’t yell at me, for all I’m the one who brought sexy back!” Justin smiles as he busts a mad move. “You didn’t bring anything back, gosh you’re such an loser!” Napoleon says while he looks at his feet. “Just go back where you were and draw your pictures.” Justin points to the corner of the elevator. “Maybe I will, GOSH” Pink kicks the side of the elevator and it begins to move. Suddenly the doors open abruptly. “Heck yes!” Napoleon shouts as he leaps out of the elevator. Justin and Pink walk out. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang out?” Justin questions “No, just get away from me! Pink says as she pushes Justin into the wall. “Hey girl, what goes around…comes around.” Pink rolls her eyes and flips her bright pink hair. They both go their separate ways and never look back.


The sunrise woke me without a sound. I rolled off of the stiff hotel mattress and tried to get ready for the meeting, but the silence was too loud. My son called. “Dad?” “Is everything okay?” “I just wanted to say good morning.” “Oh, good morning.” And then it was. Seth Pilevsky lives in New … Continue reading SETH PILEVSKY: Good Morning →


The story of the week for May 13 to 17 is… Close by Lex T. Lindsay

MIRIAM STEIN: Last Chance?

Michael really likes you, Her parents insisted When she was 20 I find him dull, she countered You can’t be too particular, her father said You have to think about what you have to offer. Was it her extra pounds he meant? Or her personality? She wished she had asked Miriam Stein is a social … Continue reading MIRIAM STEIN: Last Chance? →

KIM FAVORS: The Illusive Garden

Exposed to light, the misunderstood memories skitter away like startled insects. Slowly, I clear more rocks from the landscape of my childhood. When I find the courage to pull weeds, I might replace them with roses: Their beauty comes with thorns. Or perhaps cacti, which can survive neglect, even abuse. Kim Favors worked as a … Continue reading KIM FAVORS: The Illusive Garden →

MONICA WANG: What They’d Seen

Several people saw her running toward the orphanage, her hair a witch’s broom in the night. Later, they told her husband’s family. They didn’t mention, for they hadn’t seen, the tarnished jewellery in her arms. Nor could they feel the memory of an infant’s breath still warm against her chest. Monica Wang has fiction in … Continue reading MONICA WANG: What They’d Seen →