Cassandra · Luke · Break off the relationship-without breaking his heart
The year was 1986. There wasn't anything to do, but there was everything to do. When you're 11, life is simple. You...
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...
Pixie dust. I didn't think it existed before now. Until I experienced it firsthand. I had floated a few feet above th...
" what do you want, more than anything int he world?" The woman asked me. "I want my daughter back" I said. Sh...
I really don't remember how exactly I got to this point, but I'm here, so I might as well just deal with it. "We sho...
The city was empty.
The city was empty, like the set of a sci-fi movie when the aliens have chased everyone away or a nuclear explosion h...
I sat on the bench in the park. Breathed in the air. Smelled the ash and dust. It was quiet here, beneath the shade ...
I've been following Soulscum for a while now. I don't know what he wants. I don't know why he's here. All I know i...
You know this comforting feeling of nostalgia? It always catches me up, when I look at old pictures, just like this. ...
"I hope we never grow up," Kate said. "We will," answered Petra, "But we don't need to grow old." The memories of th...
An old sepia photo can be a bullet. It can tear through the lineup of neurons, neatly lined up like socks on a bed. I...
I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...
I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...
The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...
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...
The kids huddled around the tiny bundt cake, sipping juice from their plastic cups. A lone candle burned at the cen...
We have been in the bunker for weeks now sharing a room with me and my five brothers. Its hard to imagine our life be...
If I were a scientist I would invent a drug, which could bring me back to all of the feelings I was able to experienc...
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." "...
She was walking down the sidewalk in the downtown area of Seattle when she noticed a pile of white blankets and other...
They would never stop. She used to love the sight of birds on a rooftop, electric wires, even clotheslines. She used...
Disappeared into the cityscape, hiding unintentionally, friend to only the birds, for they are the only ones who wi...