Spencer Moseley

“Lazarus, come out,” said Jesus, extending his arms toward the open tomb. The crowd, smelling of shit, stood there, waiting.  Lazarus emerged, covered in burial cloths blackened with blood and streaks of pus. The crowd gasped in amazement and started to dance. Songs rang out with shouts of, “Messiah, messiah.” “Why?” Lazarus wheezed, his voice barely audible through the burial cloths. “Lazarus,” said Jesus.  Something was wrong. Lazarus looked haggard.  “Fuck,” Lazarus screamed as he ripped off some of the cloth from his arm. Blood fell like rain as a scab reopened. Jesus remained calm but alert. The crowd behind them began to disappear as they went into Bethany to spread the news of Jesus’ miracle. “I’m sorry for your pain,” said Jesus. “You’re sorry?” Lazarus asked.  “Yes,” said Jesus. Lazarus let out a psychotic laugh.  “Why did you bring me back?” he asked.  Jesus paused and looked at him, “My father requested it.” “I was with Abraham in a place with no...

Well how long will you fuck her? said Jeff.  As long as she'll let me, I guess, I said. I almost said I suppose but knew I'd only be saying that to sound more sophisticated. More in control. I took another sip of Bulleit.  So that's that huh. I detected a hint of judgment and an unspoken request for a redeeming reason. I could've said that we did have chemistry or  who knows where this might go . But that didn't feel honest. Really. So instead I stood up to get the bottle for a refill. He tapped his cigar butt while looking down. Jeff was sophisticated. At least he liked to think so. He did use beard oil. I purposely poured his whiskey too quickly and enjoyed his panicked DUDE.  Truthfully I felt a little bad fucking someone just because they allowed it. She was a placeholder for someone I actually wanted. And fucking her anyway felt. Wrong. But I had made myself clear. I see us just as friends, I'd said. And she'd still agreed to keep fucking me. So maybe w...

I drank heavily at my karaoke bar of choice the other night: Bedrock Tavern. It should be called Ash Tray Tavern cuz that's how you'll smell after a thirty second visit.  It's quaint though. No one looks at you when you enter (could be cuz I'm white), but it's not hard to get a bartender's attention. I think a bartending requirement is a D cup.  I ordered my usual double Jack and Coke but forgot to tell them short. So it came in a 20 oz glass with mostly Coke. Whoops.  "You Tyler?" I asked the DJ hosting karaoke. "I'm Taylor." "Oh shoot man I'm so sorry," I over explained. "One day I'll get it." I asked him if he had "Cover Me Up". He said he did. I gave him my name timidly. He didn't react but I assumed he heard me and walked off.  I went and talked to a cute girl I'd met a couple visits before. She                                          ...

I walked into the darkish restaurant: Mian. My favorite Szechuan Chinese spot in Houston. A lovely lady asked me if I was dining in. I said yes and she said "sit wherever you would like".  I sat at one of those tables adjacent to a wall and faced the restaurant entrance (so I wouldn't be facing the other patron one table down from me). I pulled up the online menu on my phone and ordered like the hungry boss I was: Beef noodles, Pork dumplings, Brown Sugar Milk Tea. I had enough time to read my mediocre fantasy novel while I waited for the meal. They brought me this spicy cabbage and plum tea to start. Sorry Kimchi, but China does spicy cabbage better in my opinion. The smooth chopsticks took some getting used to but I managed.  The beef noodles came out next. The beautiful, very large bowl was brimming with red chili oil, chewy yellow-brown noodles, green onions, bok choy, and clumps of beef. The broth was the beefiest flavor. And though I ordered mild, it had quite a spi...

"El Kicheeee," I mumbled to myself. I like to do that in my car for some reason. I'd eaten at the Vietnamese spot next to it, so I was sure this place would be good too.  The Guatemalan Bakery/Restaurant was charming. On the left were the pastries you could snag and purchase at the register. And everywhere else there were booths or tables for restaurant dining. I wandered aimlessly until a lady asked me if I would like to eat. I said yes. She pointed at a table next to her and said I could sit there. I waited til she walked away and sat at a booth. I'm partial to booths. I waited about 15 minutes until a hottie asked me what I'd like to drink.  "Jamaica and a water please," I said. She was so hot but I maintained eye contact. I get proud of myself for things like that. She looked like she was studying me, which unnerved me a bit. But she broke into a partial smile and walked away.  I had reviewed the menu but didn't want to rush the system by asking ...

The arrow glanced off my sword and that was my first experience with battle. It glanced off and caught my friend in the neck. He didn't die but I felt fucking bad.  And then there was the pissing and vomiting and shitting that everyone talked about. I myself had prepped for this by forcing myself to vomit pre battle. My spear was very sharpened but my hands were shaking. I got lucky and didn't die for the first hour of battle because people around me had the wherewithal to remember their training and execute some of their training. Albeit poorly. My only special move involved thrusting my spear forward blindly and hoping I caught the enemy rather than my comrades. The enemy didn't wear any especially distinguishing armor from ours so I'm not sure who I killed. I can say I felt pretty awful about the whole thing.  I'm also not too sure if we fucking won the battle or not. Both sides sort of just scampered in different directions. I looted what petty change I could. I...

"He's all alone," said Zeus. Hera rolled her eyes. "No seriously," said Zeus. "Just look at him praying to us. He really thinks we are gonna help him." "You can't even find your lightning bolt," laughed Hera.  Aphrodite twirled her hair and spoke in that LA accent she'd acquired from that LA boy she was dating, "You guys are liiiike not even that funny low key. I'm gonna go showerrr." "You just showered five minutes ago," said Hermes. He tended to use his winged feet like roller blades on the clouds. "You smell great." "Are you fucking hitting on meeee?" asked Aphrodite.  "You wish." Hephaistos stopped drumming away on the sword he was crafting for a couple seconds. And went back to work.  "You almost done?" asked Poseidon. "I'd probably work better if you weren't hovering," Hephaistos fired back, wiping sweat from his brow. "As if that trident I ma...