Spinning.
Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. That is all she knows now. "You'll become dizzy soon," he whispers in her ear. She smi...
Four minutes away from the burn point, one of the telltales switched from green to red. Tears streamed from my eyes, ...
The room kept spinning for the delicate human. You could tell by the way it swayed in its place on the floor beneath ...
Pirate with a Wooden Leg · Woodpecker · Float to Shore
The storm had blown over, but not before it had blown over his ship, along with all of his crew. The captain always w...
So close, yet so far. Matey the Pirate never understood the phrase until these last few days of his life. The woodp...
The waves were bigger than she'd ever seen before. They were not waves tonight. They were destructive bombs, pulveriz...
The gate closed behind them.
I stood on the old wooden bed I always slept in. There was always a window up high and I would always look up to it a...
Three Chances. Two Donors. One Hope. December 4th. Today is the third anniversary of your first bone marrow transp...
Rudolph ran as fast as his four legs would carry him. He had run out of fairy dust over a remote forest, and unfortun...
They were trapped for seven days.
They were trapped for seven days. Faced with a myriad of uncertainties, this much Antonius knew to be true. The pangs...
They were trapped for seven days. Aleena tried to hold back the tears as it had been seven days since she had seen th...
They were trapped for seven days. And all he could think about was how stupid and incompetent everyone was. Oh, he c...
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...
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...
Lola.
Prompt: Lola “Who’s for another?” it came out as one word. Jack knew it and hid the knowledge with busy bustle. He...
The moment she walked into the room, I knew I was in for a wild time. Dressed to the nines, head to toe in the most w...
Lola, she was a dancer... something about flowers in her hair or was it her underwear? He couldn't actually remember ...
It was a gloomy day in the middle of no where all i could see was piles upon piles of hay, it felt late and i ont kno...
The fields were parched. There was no water. Where was the rain, she wondered as she stared across the cracked land...
I'll miss the way the breeze would blow hair into his eyes, and the way I would brush it away, asking him when he was...
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...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower coolly.
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower coolly. Lord Howard stood behind him, rigid, hands neatly behind his ba...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower smoothly. "Good good," he said in his nasally voice. Rubbing his hands to...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower cooly. "Were my instructions not clear," he asked in the calm manner so ...