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 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 ...
He was always a weird kid.
Words were labels that he had never paticularly enjoyed. Words were lazy, letting you lapse into not thinking about t...
My feet ached, but it was well worth it.
In the scheme of things, it wasn't a permanent state I was after. Just long enough to get on stage, dance for two min...
My hands and feet ache, but it was well worth it. We are nearly there, a couple more hours. Georgie is starving and I...
My feet ached, but it was well worth it. This is what I said when I completed that trek. The endless days and nights,...
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...
Taste.
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
I can taste the tingle on my tongue the second it touches. I can smell the sweet/sour, crisp, smell. The food is amaz...
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...
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...
Knives
Knives. Knives. What was she going to use them on next? The silver blades shimmered in the sunlight streaming thro...
He was a walking arsenal with knives strapped to his armor at forearms, biceps, chest and back. Two smaller throwing ...
That was the last thing she saw. It was headed straight for her chest, a glittering blade, and she saw it in slow-mot...
I'm in love with a robot.
I'm in love with a robot. I know, I know, that sounds strange. But I am. It's name, or at least the name I gave it, i...
I am in love with a coffee machine. A robot that makes coffee. I am giddy about it my mornings are filled with percol...
Golden skin glowed in the afternoon sun, revealing a fine tracery of pale blue at the inside of the wrist. Lips, lus...