1943.
The air raid sirens were going off. I could tell. Even from the thousands of feet above, I could hear the wailing of ...
1943. The year of my birth. To a very young mother. Raped by a stranger. I spent forty years believing that Tom Morra...
1943 (19:43 to be exact, but the : had given up life years ago) 30 oC 1943 29 oC 1944 The red LEDs blinked thei...
He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet.
He ran into the room, his heart pounding and his clothes soaking wet. Just earlier that day, he headed out for the d...
Immediately he ripped his dresser draw open. Rummaging through the clothes all neatly packed. Foot steps are heard fr...
"Damnit Christine, god damnit, call 911!" I shouted, dropping my sisters limp body on the bed. There was froth aroun...
Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
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