Giving in wasn't an option.
I am looking out the window of my tiny house in Michigan and watching the snow pile up on the road. I won't be going ...
Giving in wasn't an option. The first time Ted died he didn't really notice, being in a full on berserk. One of his i...
Giving in wasn't an option, but there was little else she could do. "Ok, ok," she told the young galant with the sh...
Gradually.
Slowly it built, piece by piece. The atoms of its essence compiling line after line, upwards and outwards, exploding ...
"Big wheels keep on turnin'..." Paul's hands beat on the steering wheel in time with Lynyrd Skynrd as he drove down t...
Gradually. That was the secret, wasn't it? Build up their trust or indifference, either one would do, like in t...
"Wait, so he hit you?"
"No. He didn't." I hid the bruise on my face with veiled hair. I didn't want to admit the truth. It was harsh. "Then ...
"Wait, so he hit you?" "Yes, but it's not what it seems. He's been really stressed at work. He swore it would never h...
"Wait, so he hit you?" “No, I told you. He whispered just before I woke up.” I had already told the story a couple ...
Midnight on the roof.
Midnight on the roof. The roof of one of the university buildings, to be exact. "We've made it," he says. I nod, sti...
I stared up at the stars the beauty overtaking my sight, the bright lights occupied me while I was waiting. For him ...
Midnight On the roof. A shouldn't-be time in a shouldn't-be place, Thad pecked a shouldn't-do cigarette from the...
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...
"What are you laughing about Jes?", inquired Sally. "I just had the most wonderful dream", replied Jes. "Can you ...
"The river's on fire," said my son. The river did seem to be on fire, if you were only looking at the river. "No, th...
The sun set. My boat had stopped drifting. The Delaware River between New Jersey and Pennsylvania was calm. The rain ...
The daring were punished.
The daring were punished. Oh, how they were punished. For their transgression of assumption: public mockery. For thei...
The daring were punished. It seemed almost contradictory, but that was how They wanted it. Ever since the capital-t-...
"What are you laughing about Jes?", inquired Sally. "I just had the most wonderful dream", replied Jes. "Can you ...
A skeleton key · Locked chest · Opening
"At long last it is a weekend", says Katherine. She didn't question why she was in this seedy club. She didn't care a...
She found the key on the internet. It seemed silly, a little, to buy a physical and tangible thing like that to ope...
The Skeleton Key was lying on the dresser, as it had for as long as he could remember. It meant more to him now than ...
The disco ball was turning.
I was dancing. The disco ball was turning. It was Monica's sweet 16 and I got invited. But unfortunately, I regrette...
The disco ball was turning. Just in case there were any senses left unassailed, it was supported by several lasers an...
The disco ball was turning. Just in case there were any senses left unassailed, it was supported by several lasers an...