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...
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...
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, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...
Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...
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 ...
She slept in the open air, in the windy hills, on a soft pillow. She was covered in the blankets of her mother's mot...
Finally, we came to rest. The day's work had been long but fruitful. We had made double the monies we would have on...
My eyes were tired; I rolled over in my bed, and stared briefly at the moon. I turned back to face my fan; the 90-de...
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...
What happens when life finally becomes too much to bear? He thought about it a great deal - but was unable to put his...
Erring on the side of caution I took two of the smaller ones. Just like breakfast, or a night on the town. My body wa...
There was a girl that I used to work with at the Goodwill who had eyes that were far too close together. Her body was...
"Hey Macarena!" Robert watched in complete disbelief as the group of Anonymous supporters-turned-flash mob began to ...
It was practically viral by now. the video a friend of mine had posted on youtube, of our mass dance party for cance...
It was all good and well having a goal in life. Knowing your purpose. He had known his for years, he had worked tirel...
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 ...