Shape.
Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown. Breasts. Waist. Arms. Butt. It's a struggle between ...
The old woman was lying on the park bench underneath layers of musty old coats, pink v-sweaters (four) and thermal u...
The large shape of the medical building loomed on the horizon. Vic and I were survivors of a plague tring to get a va...
Thank God the image was blurred thought Johnston looking over his daughter's shoulder. She had accidentally found his...
I stepped into the bathroom, which was green. There was a tape player and it was playing Chinese gongs. There was a s...
Harold finally decided to turn his life around while he was standing in front of the elevator. Even though his meet...
I jumped.
The wind whistled around me, caressing me like i was its lover. Its icy touch leaving trails of fire all over my skin...
i jumped off the bridge and hit the water. OK, so i didn't judge the height of the bridge or he depth of the water, b...
You could use a little direction, said Junie to Sam. They were sitting cross-legged in the wood chips on the playgr...
She cradled the faun's head.
Feeling like a fool, alone but still wondering how she looked, how she looked to other people. She should just allow ...
She cradled the faun's head and he went to sleep. I had read the final line of the bedtime story about a thousand ti...
She cradled the faun's head. She listened to its soft breath, listened to its complaint, listened its petition. But...
The woman at the window was dead. I knew because it was my sister. She appeared whenever we left the house. We no lon...
Sophie stood at the window, the curtains snug around her shoulders,trailing behind like a dress, or veil. The sun was...
she watched for him. the curtains engulfed her as she pressed her nose to the glass, eyes intent on the driveway. As ...
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...
Absent.
Absent. The perfect word to describe the situation. Paul and Maria Strickland sat at their kitchen table eating brea...
The episodes were getting more frequent. I'd forget where I was. Friends looking at me strangely as I carried on conv...
He was absent. Again. The kid would only show up on test days - on which he performed well enough. But that wasn't th...
She clicked her camera once more, capturing the images and saving them for all time in the data banks of the portable...
Cameras lie. Greasy gray hair shining with oil tied back with a cheap rubber band. XXL sized elastic joggers pulled o...
You took another picture of yourself today. It doesn't look much different than yesterday's. Or last week's. But as y...
He set the plate before her.
He set the plate before her. She was petrified, the bugs an creepy crawlies moving around on her plate didn't help. S...
He set the plate before her. It was barely covered, a thin, fatty slice of what looked like baloney slapped alongside...
The room was dimly lit with the candles he had scattered before she had arrived. The meal would be served in just a ...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...
He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...