I lost my grip on the wheel.
It was late, one winter night. I was not accustomed to being awake at this hour. My car didn't handle the cold well, ...
I lost my grip on the wheel. It had happened before, but it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as now. I had just left P.E...
Driving along a road at night, rain pelting down, tall trees waving low branches across the sky, no moon, no road lig...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...
Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...
Pirate with a Wooden Leg · Woodpecker · Float to Shore
The storm had blown over, but not before it had blown over his ship, along with all of his crew. The captain always w...
So close, yet so far. Matey the Pirate never understood the phrase until these last few days of his life. The woodp...
The waves were bigger than she'd ever seen before. They were not waves tonight. They were destructive bombs, pulveriz...