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 ...

I look at the glistening gold clock hung onto the station wall. Time is ticking. So slowly I feel that time has froze...

This note. This one note. This small little ticket of joy, was my way out of here. Out of this dump. Where flies cons...

"Travel light, but take everything with you," he said, his sky eyes looking off into the distance, "you never know wh...

The kids huddled around the tiny bundt cake, sipping juice from their plastic cups. A lone candle burned at the cen...

We have been in the bunker for weeks now sharing a room with me and my five brothers. Its hard to imagine our life be...

If I were a scientist I would invent a drug, which could bring me back to all of the feelings I was able to experienc...

"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...

are in me

Two men entered, wearing respiratory masks. They came over to the register and looked at Martin, who just looked back...

Officer Malone stopped at the doorway of the house. "Do you smell that?" she asked. The rest of the team paused as ...

Beatirix shuddered as a cold wind whipped across the stage, and she clasped her hat tightly to her head. Stage fright...

"Hello?" There was nothing on the other end of the line but silence. "Hey, can you here me? Is anyone there?" Martin ...

me and my sister have always been fighting. scince the day we could walk we always fought untill now. we were walking...

"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 ...

Down six steps and under the fire escape. Don't knock on the door, follow the hall to the end. Go through the curt...

He had her in his sights. The moment he saw her, he zeroed in on his prey. Her grace, her beauty... she stood apart f...

Holographic women are all the rage. Easier than humans to be around. No talking back or gorging on chocolates to ruin...

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...

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 ...