tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41500032011-07-28T22:39:23.768-07:00Jeffkantoku StoriesStoryteller in different forms. Short Stories, screenplays, movies.jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-78754220657429278102010-06-28T21:07:00.001-07:002010-06-28T21:07:08.386-07:00http://c.wrzuta.pl/wa8359/3f72767a0024c8354a29575a/0/scott%20walker%20-%20the%20rope%20and%20the%20colt.mp3jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-20730290475118039042008-04-30T20:58:00.000-07:002008-04-30T21:00:44.108-07:00 THUNDERBOLT by Jeff Carpenter Down in the ring, he felt the last stingStay down, they said, stay down and liveThey knew he hadn't got any more fight to giveWhy get to his feet when he knew he was beat?He could trade the belt on his waist, the blood on his faceFor a hard canvas bed, take the dream home instead But his eyes wouldn't shut, tight thread stitched the cut So he stared at his jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-87381123086092908652008-04-16T21:26:00.001-07:002008-04-16T21:26:50.001-07:00Snake's Handshake by Jeff Carpenter Tim saw a user passed out on a bench on the boardwalk. Where else could you stick a needle in your arm in broad daylight and no one would even bat an eye? He grinned. Where he was going he would pay big bucks for a stranger to do just that. It would hurt and he'd bleed, but he'd smile and enjoy it. And the guys at work would never believe it.jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-10084638114351019862008-04-16T19:44:00.000-07:002008-04-16T19:45:28.993-07:00Milner Gardens videohttp://mala.ca/milnergardens/videojeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-51257811222859389052008-04-16T19:33:00.000-07:002008-04-16T19:34:19.056-07:00 BITING COLD by Jeff Carpenter Pain hit him like a spear in the gut.He was hungry, but he knew it was too. And he knew its kind never left wounded prey until they could pick the bones clean. He was sheltered, safe for now (or so he hoped), dug into his snow cave. He shifted his body, bumping up against the cold walls. He couldn't see his right arm. And maybe that was for the best. The jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-3181279535723739452008-04-16T19:32:00.001-07:002008-04-16T19:32:53.359-07:00 TYRANNY OF CUTENESSBy Jeff Carpenter* * *"I want a baby." She turned to him across the pillow. He opened his eyes. He looked back at the ceiling. "I want a baby, Tom.""Now?" he said."Soon."She put her hands on her stomach. "I want to feel it growing inside me. I want it to... change me. Change all of us.""All of us?""Both of us."He turned to the bedside alarm clock. 7:34.His eyes jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150003.post-61873097554266863432008-04-16T19:30:00.001-07:002008-04-16T19:30:57.013-07:00 A SUNKEN HEART IN HINO BAYby Jeff Carpenter"All life emerged... crawled out from the sea... now I don't know what's crawling out."* * *HINO BAY HIGH SCHOOLSCIENCE/ BIOLOGY CLASSMONDAY - 2:43 PMAyumi scribbles into her notebook, hunched over her desk, protecting her work. Her eyes are obscured by black horn rims matching her long jet-black hair tied into a pony tail."Are you like in Grade 3jeffkantokuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18101409762149035678noreply@blogger.com