The year was 1986.
The year was 1986 and she was a high school softball star. So young and full of potential. She was beautiful. She had...
The year was 1986 and I was 10 years old living in south Louisiana. My family had been living in Louisiana for gener...
The year was 1986. My home, a typical home in Suburbia, USA. My life, a typical American teenager, filled with angst ...
Vanquished.
Your foundation was laid a long time ago. You said it was always the same, just before. His voice offering up your na...
Monica Albott had never been beautiful. Sure, she had been cute, pretty even, but never beautiful. She said this ove...
Creeping up again. That is what I thought as as I woke up in my nice but dull apartment. The life I had made for myse...
the grand opening was boring yet it was also very romantic me and my husband had went to the opening because he knew ...
He looked upwards. My goodness - it was high! What would he feel like under these arched ceilings, dwarfed by the mas...
Arches atop tall pedestals opened into an ample space, magnified by groin vault ceilings. Red brick, scrubbed clean, ...
Once upon a time there was a bug who wanted to live on my finger. I called the little fella over and asked him to sta...
It was a swarm. They were trying to get in. Surrounding the house. I was running frantically throughout the house, ma...
He didn't know what to say. No one did. It had never landed on anyone's finger before. The fabled winged bug, unlike ...
Marvin · Melinda · Answer the phone
I am Luciana "Answer the phone" My boyfriend Marvin shouted across the room. My life was horrible. Being the boyfrien...
Marvin lunged towards the stand upon which sat an old, analog phone. He almost made it. Melinda tackled him from be...
He was lucky when he found that nickel in the bushes, that'll show up again later. But it wasn't luck that brought hi...
I stare at the row of perfect houses resting on the perfectly manicured lawns beneath a perfectly blue sky by perfect...
I found the ring on the bowling green. Slipped in my back pocket for later as I was in the middle of the tournament. ...
Set down the light set it down anywhere The pure clean of a random weeknight on the coach staring at the white ceili...
2070.
2070. Last digits of the code. No matter what they did, I was not going to tell them the rest of it. My undercover me...
I liked Erica, but Daddy didn't. She did everything for him, like the man on the advert said she would, and it had me...
2070, by 2070 i want all the bad things to be gone. i want there to be a cure to all the bad things that affect our w...
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...
The building I lived in was old, rusty around the doorknobs, the 14th floor was still half under construction. The we...
My word muscles are stiff. My writing bones ache. The prose reads like a bruise. I burst bored air through my lips, ...
I lay siege to it. This was war and a fast and furious assault seemed the surest course. There was a front to push fo...
This dream was better than waking.
This dream was better than waking. In it, his father took him fishing at Lake Oconee. They spent hours in their boat,...
This dream was better than waking. I was slim. Looked beautiful in the ivory vintage silk dress Mama had worn herself...
The dream was better than waking. I floated, all the past troubles seeming to dissipate before my very eyes. Luke was...