Pistol Wrists 5 – Moon By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)


Pistol Wrists 5 – Moon

By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) (@Deeliopunk)

Copyright © 2014 by D.e.e.L


Disclaimer: This story involves intense situations and is not recommended for everyone. Please be aware of this before reading and proceed at your own will. This story is completely fictional. Do not attempt anything within the context of this story. Discretion is advised.



The bus trudges through the hot sand as we drive around the barricade meant to release my friends from harm, though nobody here has been captured, no one here wanting escape. We’re all as free as possible; we are all chasing “It”. Continue reading


Hank Splints – The 37th Story in The #HankSaga – By: Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) (@Deeliopunk) (@HankSaga)


Hank Splints – The 37th Story in The #HankSaga – By: Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) (@Deeliopunk) (@HankSaga)


It was around noon on a Tuesday or Saturday. The coffee was steaming behind the counter, spilled on the floor no more than 11 and a half minutes ago by Gina as she was walking by to grab herself a slushy.

“How’s that coffee still steaming after being on the floor so long?” asked the brunette at the bar’s end.

“Good question,” I replied before taking a sip of my scotch. Continue reading


The Best Day Ever – Poetry By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)

sinking into his seat he watches the play

his eyes trying to make sense of the events of today

as children run around a stage forgetting their lines

he’d hit a duck this morning on his way to work

his parking spot was taken when he arrived by a shopping cart attached to a bum

his wife sitting beside him nudges him to sit up straight

their daughter will be on soon

she plays the fairy godmother

when he walked into work his boss was waiting as his desk

a stack of papers and a handshake waiting for him

“finish this case or you’re fired,” his boss said while their hands in a strong hold.

he worked twelve hours and made it home in time for his wife to get into the car immediately

he had finished the case, and drank too much coffee

he wants nothing more than to close his eyes

to fall asleep and start over

she walks out onto the stage dressed in a glittery gown

she has a wand in one hand an plastic orb in the other

she doesn’t remember all her lines, but keeps the audience laughing with the ones she does

he smiles as his daughter plays out her scene

his wife grabs his hand and holds it tightly

only telling him that she loves him

Entertain Us – Poetry by Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)

“Quiet down back there or i’ll turn this car around!”
he shouts it from the driver’s seat. Sara thinks him serious, Andy too, but I know he’s bluffing. he’s just as excited for this trip as we are. working five days a week, at least eight hours a day, sometimes more. he asked for this week off months ago, mom got it off last week when she asked. Continue reading

Gruff Muffin: The Guy With The Cupcake Tattoo – The 36th Story in The #HankSaga – By: Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) (Deeliopunk) (Insert other Deel/Dan/Punk possibility here)


Gruff Muffin: The Guy With The Cupcake Tattoo – The 36th Story in The #HankSaga – By: Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) (Deeliopunk) (Insert other Deel/Dan/Punk possibility here)


“I used to work at a cupcake factory, and there was nothing sweet about it.” – Gruff Muffin

He walks into Blue Spaghetti’s and takes a seat at the booth closest to the door. The hostess stares at him, she wonders why he didn’t wait to be seated like the sign so clearly states is kind of a mandatory thing, or at least an expected thing when coming into a restaurant to find someone straight in front of you standing behind a counter playing solitaire.

MC Frisbee Rockstar walks up to him, but something comes over him, he turns around and walks away.

“What is it?” Gina asks. Continue reading

Hank’s Secret Handshake – The 35th Story in The #HankSaga – By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)


Hank’s Secret Handshake – The 35th Story in The #HankSaga – By Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) – Sept 2014


“That’s how it’s supposed to be though.”

“Stop saying ‘that’ all the time. It’s ruining your stories.”

“Yes, Cinta…”

“Don’t be sad. Here, have some gluten-free candy.”

“Those are ice-cubes.” Continue reading

Drowsy – Sleepy and Lethargic

poetry by Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)

and it kicks in. it’s meant to send me to sleep.
no matter the day, the hours, the work, the dreams are restless. they chatter when eyes are weak and mind is faded.
they speak to one another, the characters of stories unwritten.
they seem so confident. and yet the pen sits in the bottom of a bag full of books. books written by men and women vacant from this earth for years and years. their words are eternal.
and so at night the words of my own come tapping at my forehead. they slip out the pores and fill pages during random moments of the night. i’ll be dreaming of coffee and a ghost will pen the aroma.
my eyes drag at the pages, but the words carry on. and soon the sheets grab hold of me, and quickly i’m back to sleep — dreaming of what to write next.

Dan Leicht – Sept 2014

Poetry, Fantasy, Mystery, Short stories, Rhymes…sometimes


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