The young woman stood in the garden, clutching a bunch of dead flowers. "This place needs a LOT of work," she thoug...
I've love photography ever since my father got me into it a few years ago. It would be hard to fill in his shoes. Aft...
I clutched onto the flowers. Today was the day. I am only 19 but I am getting married right now. My father was a rich...
I step back and look. It seems complete. Ms. Johnson comes over and looks at it. She barely glances before saying, "...
He stared at his reflection in the water for a long moment. He studied his eyes (the same dark brown that they had al...
The world was so close to perfect, he hated having to point out the flaws to the designer. It was his least favorite ...
"What the hell happened here?" The man in the blue button up military coat came up to the wreck. He wore a hat on his...
I saw the thing. It was preserved in the glass case, the only one of its kind. So faithfully had the curators touched...
"Well shit, that didn't work," the conductor said. He walked around the wreckage, pulling out passengers. Women, mos...
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 ...
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...
Lost, without a hand to hold.
My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...
It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...
When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...
Swing.
My mind was moving faster than my body. I wanted to play in the swing so bad but my feet weren't moving fast enough. ...
I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped over the cobwebs, allowing myself to have a moment of preparation. The swing rock...
she couldn't do it. her moist, clammy hands clung to the wooden pole with vicious might as she drew in intermittent, ...
As Thomas was smoking in an alleyway, he heard a scream. He walked out of the alleyway slowly, being observant of his...
The old trash can on Drake and Washington avenue was the witness to the biggest mistake of George's life. Sadly, he t...
I waited on the corner of Drake Street and Something. I shielded my eyes from the bright gray to see the paintings on...
It was her masterpiece. Jutting out of the water, everyone around could see what she'd created - what *she* had crea...
His dive, performed in front of the small, half-drunk dinner party, was perfect in his mind. He'd had a few martinis ...
For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at the picture. It was... gorgeous, sure. The colors were somewhat exaggerat...
The daring were punished.
The daring were punished. Oh, how they were punished. For their transgression of assumption: public mockery. For thei...
The daring were punished. It seemed almost contradictory, but that was how They wanted it. Ever since the capital-t-...
"What are you laughing about Jes?", inquired Sally. "I just had the most wonderful dream", replied Jes. "Can you ...