Water.
Where the sun sets, and the wind blows, two girls run across the ocean, having fun with each other. The two girls liv...
You know how people always use that metaphor of how an iceberg shows a small portion of the story, but the ice travel...
If humans are mostly water, what happens when you remove it? This was the idle yet macabre thought that raced throu...
The young boy ran for his life, the giant monster of a dog chasing after him. The boy didn't do anything wrong, he th...
Wooshy Wooshy and futuristic Just out of the corner of my eye, that thing I had been running towards, to, seeking It...
Running from the swarm of bees, Roger kept his eyes firmly ahead knowing he'd be able to jump into the river, swim un...
"What's that, Daddy?" James hid a smile behind his hand and answered, "That's a telephone, sweetie. You put money in...
It's ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. STOP it from ringing! Karla never wanted to hear his voice again. Never wan...
A dry, sandy summer like this one. I had met him just a mile down, by the Shell gas station, his cowboy boots kicking...
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...
Private Morlane · Rooster · Let the regiment sleep
Hero at Midnight No one could remember who among them gave him the name Rooster; probably someone long gone by this ...
Private Morlane glanced at the watch that he'd taken off and left on the small table by his cot, rubbing his sleep-we...
Morlane hung his head. At times like these, his emotions were torments of conflict. He was grateful, yes; but he was ...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley.
In 1921, he flew to the Great Rift Valley. He came back from the world called Calpfinn. The place where not only ordi...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley to the California shore In 1934, he was spotted near a bank robbery that...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley, along the trails left by the ancient Martians, to find the Temple of the...
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...
"What the hell happened here?" The man in the blue button up military coat came up to the wreck. He wore a hat on his...
I saw the thing. It was preserved in the glass case, the only one of its kind. So faithfully had the curators touched...
"Well shit, that didn't work," the conductor said. He walked around the wreckage, pulling out passengers. Women, mos...
"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 ...