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...
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...
Sister · Boyfriend · Orchestrate the split
"You know why girls suddenly change their hairstyles don't you?" He leered over my sister with that gap-toothed smug-...
There was a little girl who loved a boy. It was her first time with a crush on a boy. It was her first time with love...
The first time I saw Tommy, I knew he was a total douche. I don't allow my sister to date douches; shit — no brother ...
Malcolm's coo became a cry.
Malcolm's coo became a cry. The big hands came, to sweep him up, into the dark, cradled, into the big arms. And his c...
Malcolm's coo became a cry. The child peeked into the cardboard box, vexation clearly etched etched upon his face. "...
Malcolm's coo became a cry. It had been hours since we had locked ourselves out of the house but it made no differen...
The implant's biggest drawbacks were the headaches. The gear-man had assured her that would abate in time, but meanwh...
Geraldine, I'm serious give me that back, I don't have time for this... Because it's mine. Give it back now. It's rin...
Johnny, my boyfriend was aptly named. Laura, my dad's girlfriend called him 'The Pirate' because of his long dark cu...
There was blood on my pillow.
"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...
There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...
Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...
Hats
I don't like hats anymore. My friend from camp always wore a hat, and so did I. We would switch hats sometimes, weari...
Never leave the house looking less than your best. It is this way that we show respect for others (paraphrased from T...
Sometimes I am shocked at the state of America today. The young people just have not respect - no decency at all. The...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go.
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...
The earthy smell of autumn leaves surrounded me and stimulated my senses. The crisp crunch of leaves was projected th...
Some mornings, when the sun rose just right, it was almost like nothing had happened. This was one of those mornings...
She ran off into the plants and tall grasses and let her body sway with the wind. She called it her meditation, the o...
Signs were put up on the wall, all help is lost . The war took the lives of many great, respectable people but this w...
Becky hoped Tom saw what she had written before her teacher did. Mr. Smith was notoriously tidy about the things in ...
I never liked autumn leaves as you do. I watched you look at trees, the delight on your face intensified when you clo...