Writer · Americans · Hemingway
Sitting at a desk with pen in hand. "It's us against the world." "Watch out, America." The circle of faces tight...
I was an optimist. I thought that I, like Hemingway, could weave my influence between countries, live in the welcomin...
He couldn't see through the rain. The rain covered everything in sight, like a thick veil of mosquito netting had bee...
Samurai · Train · Survival
Halloween. He was dressed up and four years old. He was four years old and his father let go of his hand to talk to a...
I rarely watch the news. Except for that one time when I did turn on the news to catch breathless commentary of the...
Back in his days, John was the sharpest lawyer in town. At the office we used to call him the "Samurai". He used to s...
I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...
I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...
The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...
Swing.
My mind was moving faster than my body. I wanted to play in the swing so bad but my feet weren't moving fast enough. ...
I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped over the cobwebs, allowing myself to have a moment of preparation. The swing rock...
she couldn't do it. her moist, clammy hands clung to the wooden pole with vicious might as she drew in intermittent, ...
He exited the train at Buenos Aires.
He walked into a blizzard. The wind had a life of its own, throwing the shards of snow like throwing knifes into his ...
He exited the train at buenos aires the sunlight hit his pale skin. The woman were all together in a group conversati...
He exited the train at Buenos Aires. That was as far as his ticket would take him. He wandered around the city for a ...
I walked along the flat stones that made up the busy road and let the bustling crowds swallow me whole. My heart poun...
Walking towards the light, the people wondered if they would be provided clothes or would they have to keep walking i...
Gavin was gloating. "Enjoy your final moments, Kevin ... maybe use them to wonder how I found you. Good-bye ..." He ...
It approached.
She could feel the terror drenching and cloaking itself around her. Don't be afraid, it whispered. You've known for y...
It came at me. At a speed of lightning. I couldn't think. Speak, or even hear correctly. The crowbar was flung direct...
Looking out my thirteenth floor office window, I marveled at how dark, gritty and simply dirty the air looked. It wa...
Spinning.
Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. That is all she knows now. "You'll become dizzy soon," he whispers in her ear. She smi...
Four minutes away from the burn point, one of the telltales switched from green to red. Tears streamed from my eyes, ...
The room kept spinning for the delicate human. You could tell by the way it swayed in its place on the floor beneath ...
She could tell I was faking it.
Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...
She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...
She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...
Paraplegic · President · Save a life
The hero wheeled himself up the burning ramp with his strong, metallic arms, handled the squealing babe with remark...
You can't be a hero if you can't move your arms. You can't get the girl with a stutter like that. What can you do in ...
"I'm sorry," said the President of the National Leg Prosthetics Company. "But there's nothing I can do to help you." ...