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 Moon would never be the same again.
As I look into the sky, the moon rises from its slumber showing its beauty in the night sky. The stars sit close to t...
"Looking at things changes us so it is impossible to look at anything the same way twice," said Foley. I did a double...
The Moon would never be the same again. Not after the Settlers came. See, we had claimed the Moon. Put our USA flag o...
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 ...
Private Morlane · Rooster · Let the regiment sleep
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 ...
"No parking anytime" read the sign on the tall, black, iron gate. "Well, if I'm going to break the rules, I guess th...
There once was a house that no child or adult dared enter, the house was known to be haunted. Even though that the ho...
Joshua parked in front of the iron gate, irritated at this sign, just one of many from his absentee father. He was ne...
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...
Absent.
Absent. The perfect word to describe the situation. Paul and Maria Strickland sat at their kitchen table eating brea...
The episodes were getting more frequent. I'd forget where I was. Friends looking at me strangely as I carried on conv...
He was absent. Again. The kid would only show up on test days - on which he performed well enough. But that wasn't th...
Potatoes.
"Following up from the fight we had last night Darren" "I don't wanna talk about it Judy" I can see the fear in Darre...
I spent days in the field, hoping to see something bloom. The desert surrounded me like the ocean that surrounds an i...
I got beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, ham, hogs, dogs, beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes, chicken, turkey, r...
She was the most delicate girl in town.
She was the most delicate girl in town, so different from all the rest. I look at her and all I can do is smile, she...
She was the most delicate girl in town. Or at least, that's what they all thought. With her prim private school uni...
The Delicate Chance No one ever dared to push her too hard. She was robbed of all her real potential because everyone...
Giving in wasn't an option.
I am looking out the window of my tiny house in Michigan and watching the snow pile up on the road. I won't be going ...
Giving in wasn't an option. The first time Ted died he didn't really notice, being in a full on berserk. One of his i...
Giving in wasn't an option, but there was little else she could do. "Ok, ok," she told the young galant with the sh...