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...
He was always a weird kid.
Words were labels that he had never paticularly enjoyed. Words were lazy, letting you lapse into not thinking about t...
Fancy dress at Tom's party was optional, but all the children wore something wacky. First prize was for the circus ri...
Dear Mom, Do you remember this picture? I do. I remember a lot about those days, when we were a family. Yesterday, I ...
"What the hell kind of superhero costume is that?!" My dad was yelling so loud I could hear him from my room. When th...
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...
I walked along the flat stones that made up the busy road and let the bustling crowds swallow me whole. My heart poun...
Walking towards the light, the people wondered if they would be provided clothes or would they have to keep walking i...
Gavin was gloating. "Enjoy your final moments, Kevin ... maybe use them to wonder how I found you. Good-bye ..." He ...
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...
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...
While me and my friend were packing, I thought of what we will do during the holiday we have away from school or stre...
I was scared. I could see another perspective of myself. Did I want this to happen, no, but did it happen for a reaso...
I lay there, floating. On the outside, at least. On the inside, I walked quietly down a dark hallway towards a bright...
She was the most delicate girl in town.
She was the most delicate girl in town, so different from all the rest. I look at her and all I can do is smile, she...
She was the most delicate girl in town. Or at least, that's what they all thought. With her prim private school uni...
The Delicate Chance No one ever dared to push her too hard. She was robbed of all her real potential because everyone...
"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 ...