The maple leaves will change and fall with a certain grace – November will begin.
#hashtag condo livin. Last year i bought a tiny orange tree to spruce up my tiny patio. #condolife. Over the many m...
The colors bleed into brown, red to rust, green to yellow. The maple leaves will change and fall with a certain grac...
then the cold A wet cold that moves through you that clings to your insides A cold that whispers soft and true _You ...
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...
The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?" "I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried." "...
It was her masterpiece. Jutting out of the water, everyone around could see what she'd created - what *she* had crea...
His dive, performed in front of the small, half-drunk dinner party, was perfect in his mind. He'd had a few martinis ...
For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at the picture. It was... gorgeous, sure. The colors were somewhat exaggerat...
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...
Waves.
She laid there for an hour before moving. The waves had brought her here, and deigned not to take her away again. She...
Waves. Thats all I saw. Waves, waves, waves. Just little curves in the ocean, that broke down and collapsed into them...
The water crashes onto our feet. His hand lets go of mine as he turns away from me. He tells me he can't let me do th...
It was rather like being a ghost. Vicarious snooping. A social media haunting (stalking?). The only way to keep in to...
It wasn't entirely fair. It wasn't. You knew it wasn't. See that one in the back? She's yours, right? The one ba...
In memory of Sanvee Ali, age 5. He will be remembered in our home and in our hearts.
Bombs were the last thing on his mind.
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. Everyone was hiding under desks, wary of the slightest sound whereas he was w...
Bombs, were the last thing on his mind. Jack turned and spoke " It's funny, that today would have to be the day we be...
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. So, when the topic came up, Ben was staring out the window thinking about his ...