Writer · Americans · Hemingway
Sitting at a desk with pen in hand. "It's us against the world." "Watch out, America." The circle of faces tight...
I was an optimist. I thought that I, like Hemingway, could weave my influence between countries, live in the welcomin...
He couldn't see through the rain. The rain covered everything in sight, like a thick veil of mosquito netting had bee...
Why didn't you hear me when I called? Or did I not hear you hearing me? Is that possible? I guess anything's possible...
I stand here alone on the grey, stone foundation of a tiny island. Save a few patches of dark green moss clinging to ...
The scene was peaceful, serene and calming. I stood at the base of the light house and pressed my back against the so...
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...
He led me to the spot and I gasped. "Alex...did you seriously build this?" "For us." He took my hand and I blushed so...
As I gazed across the lake at the empty gazebo, I realized I wanted to be there. To stand in the center, surrounded b...
The dock at his grandfather's pond always reminded him of Imladris, the land known as Rivendell in Tolkien's The Hobb...
There was blood on my pillow.
"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...
There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...
Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...
Lost, without a hand to hold.
My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...
It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...
When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...
"It is here. Start digging." the large man pointed with his hat. "How do you know? What is this treasure?" "Dig, or...
"Grandpop's teeth didn't look like that." "How do you know?" "Because mom always said you got his teeth. Do your te...
A small flower Just a seed planted in the dark you were fed, to grow, to blossom. In the dark you grew, Spreading yo...
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...
You had me at 'ox bow lake'.
I wonder. I really wonder. He always enjoyed pulling a fast one over me, he did. So I suppose this wasn't a surprise,...
Ox bow lake? I said looking at Jerry. He sat there with that evil kniving look on his face. I knew i should have stay...
You had me at ox bow lake, knee deep in dark water. "It's not so bad, right?" you said. "It's no Jersey Shore," I s...
Goodnight...
Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go... Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go... There's a contentment th...
Sleep and you may dream. Remain and you will surely regret the decisions you make in the night. Intermittent car ho...
"Good night," the bar manager said, as he tapped a stack of bills on their side to even them out. The waitress dumped...