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 ...
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...
I jumped.
The wind whistled around me, caressing me like i was its lover. Its icy touch leaving trails of fire all over my skin...
i jumped off the bridge and hit the water. OK, so i didn't judge the height of the bridge or he depth of the water, b...
You could use a little direction, said Junie to Sam. They were sitting cross-legged in the wood chips on the playgr...
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...
The young boy ran for his life, the giant monster of a dog chasing after him. The boy didn't do anything wrong, he th...
Wooshy Wooshy and futuristic Just out of the corner of my eye, that thing I had been running towards, to, seeking It...
Running from the swarm of bees, Roger kept his eyes firmly ahead knowing he'd be able to jump into the river, swim un...
Sister · Boyfriend · Orchestrate the split
"You know why girls suddenly change their hairstyles don't you?" He leered over my sister with that gap-toothed smug-...
There was a little girl who loved a boy. It was her first time with a crush on a boy. It was her first time with love...
The first time I saw Tommy, I knew he was a total douche. I don't allow my sister to date douches; shit — no brother ...
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 ...
Drowning in the sea. That was the trick of it. To be seen to swoon, to fall to the bottom. The pretend to expire. It ...
Drowning in the sea. That was the trick of it. To be seen to swoon, to fall to the bottom. The pretend to expire. It ...
Marjorie was drowning. She felt the pull of the water on her legs and the icy shock in her heart. She hadn't even fe...
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...
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...