Dear Wolf Marine,
My buddy is pissed I don’t seem to have as much time for him with my new girl, who he says is “one crazy chick”. I still gots mad love for my homies, but you know how it is. Am I being a bad friend, what can I say to him?
Signed,
Puppies-4-Eva
The Wolf Marine [...]
The wind is a welcome sound. It whistles and blows loose pine needles and the broken, dried leaves of the forest’s potpourri that bounce and skip across the hard dirt of the path. The gray and brown and light brown of the trees and the dark gray of the sky: the feeling of death and [...]
Dear Wolf Marine,
I am a big fan. My daddy died last year and I don’t have lots of friends. The boys at school are mean to me. I saw you taking some lady’s sandwich back at Red Robin when they put mayonnaise on it and wouldn’t fix it. I drew a picture in my notebook. [...]
There I was, five years old, boogers rubbed into the gray corduroys, the cool ones with the cargo pockets and the little man in the Jeep on the patch, standing underneath Michael Reilly’s tree house.
“Come on man, I don’t want it… I need… I need… need fuck me, I need it.”
Bounding down grassy hills with [...]
I’d started writing a longer story on here a month ago, tentatively tagged “The Road to Mercy Arms”. I have not stopped writing, but I am bent on turning this into a much longer story… perhaps, if I’m allowed and skilled enough, a novel. To this end, I’ve turned everything save for the first chapter [...]
Rustling leaves carried on the wind, exchanged for the sounds of cars cutting the wind, the staccato rumble of loud pipes on a motorcycle.
Red light.
Silence, cold, wind.
The smell of rotting vegetables is overpowering: the neighbors garden has been left unattended and the fruit is dying on the vine. We save some. We do. Even in [...]
Dear Wolf Marine,
Yo man, I have an English question for you. How is it that people always fuck up words like “your, you’re” and “there, their, they’re”? I got a sandwich just the other day and the sticker said “your special” under a smiley face… does that mean it’s “my special” or did they mean [...]