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...
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 ...
The alien craft exploded invisible to the human eye. The inhabitants had exited over an hour ago, running amazingly f...
He smoked pipes, ate limes, ate the gnats he swiped from the air. The lions lounged in the front yard. He chose lions...
On the fourth day of the invasion, the defenders opened the gates of the zoo. Let those bastards contend with lions ...
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...
A Time to grow And a Time to grow old A Time to learn And a Time to teach A Time to receive And a Time to give A Time...
"Carry the wreath, Henry, your mother is waiting." Father's terse words spoken from the side of his mouth, muffled b...
The sun this morning grows short thick shadows from the cobblestones. A sweaty head against the curb, red hatching at...
The mail box never had anything I wanted so I went onto the next home. Usually I picked up a few interesting pieces f...
We sat on our toboggan at the top of the hill behind the house. It wasn't much of a sliding hill, but it was easy to ...
We made a little church of our own when we promised to marry. You asked me when I barely understood how to love you, ...
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...
Sal · Runaway Train · Propose
Sal knew his time was running out, a runaway train heading straight for him but he had nowhere else to go. "So... wi...
Sal was in love. A part of her felt that she'd always been in love, and almost each time with a different man. But t...
Sal knew it was too late the minute the whistle blew. That train had been keeping time in Millersville for twenty yea...
Thank God the image was blurred thought Johnston looking over his daughter's shoulder. She had accidentally found his...
I stepped into the bathroom, which was green. There was a tape player and it was playing Chinese gongs. There was a s...
Harold finally decided to turn his life around while he was standing in front of the elevator. Even though his meet...
Kenya.
The heart beating, dazzling country Kenya is the home of millions of people all formed into one loving family. To som...
It was a random trip, picked quite literally with a dart to a map. Jon would be going to Kenya. He'd never been outsi...
Kenya was the name of my doppelganger. I thought it a strange name, thought he might call himself Jim or John, both m...