Sal · Runaway Train · Propose
Sal knew his time was running out, a runaway train heading straight for him but he had nowhere else to go. "So... wi...
Sal was in love. A part of her felt that she'd always been in love, and almost each time with a different man. But t...
Sal knew it was too late the minute the whistle blew. That train had been keeping time in Millersville for twenty yea...
It was the fall that surprised me most.
After the murder I found it hard to recall what happened in my personal life but only remembered other things. The a...
It was the fall that surprised me most. I watched as the sofa slid down the stairs of the women's dorm, I rushed down...
It was a surpise to discover that grandad's home disappeared down the sink hole. The ground literally swallowed him u...
1943.
The air raid sirens were going off. I could tell. Even from the thousands of feet above, I could hear the wailing of ...
1943. The year of my birth. To a very young mother. Raped by a stranger. I spent forty years believing that Tom Morra...
1943 (19:43 to be exact, but the : had given up life years ago) 30 oC 1943 29 oC 1944 The red LEDs blinked thei...
Thank God the image was blurred thought Johnston looking over his daughter's shoulder. She had accidentally found his...
I stepped into the bathroom, which was green. There was a tape player and it was playing Chinese gongs. There was a s...
Harold finally decided to turn his life around while he was standing in front of the elevator. Even though his meet...
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs.
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, the grime and dirt on the old hardwood floor unsettling beneath their feet....
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, their eyes reflecting the light like stars in the darkness. Not that anyone...
There was only a sliver of space between the floorboards and the door under the stairs. It wasn't even really a door....
A Time to grow And a Time to grow old A Time to learn And a Time to teach A Time to receive And a Time to give A Time...
"Carry the wreath, Henry, your mother is waiting." Father's terse words spoken from the side of his mouth, muffled b...
The sun this morning grows short thick shadows from the cobblestones. A sweaty head against the curb, red hatching at...
Lola.
Prompt: Lola “Who’s for another?” it came out as one word. Jack knew it and hid the knowledge with busy bustle. He...
The moment she walked into the room, I knew I was in for a wild time. Dressed to the nines, head to toe in the most w...
Lola, she was a dancer... something about flowers in her hair or was it her underwear? He couldn't actually remember ...
You know this comforting feeling of nostalgia? It always catches me up, when I look at old pictures, just like this. ...
"I hope we never grow up," Kate said. "We will," answered Petra, "But we don't need to grow old." The memories of th...
An old sepia photo can be a bullet. It can tear through the lineup of neurons, neatly lined up like socks on a bed. I...
Green.
Green cover holds me. Oak Tree stands guard behind me. Sun warms me. Stream sings me to sleep. Sleep meets with Dream...
Her eyes were green. No, not just green. Emeralds, yet infinitely more precious. Like the sea, though far more deep a...
Green. Indubitably so. A vast expanse if it, spreading out to the horizon. Different shades breaking it up into secti...
Kenya.
The heart beating, dazzling country Kenya is the home of millions of people all formed into one loving family. To som...
It was a random trip, picked quite literally with a dart to a map. Jon would be going to Kenya. He'd never been outsi...
Kenya was the name of my doppelganger. I thought it a strange name, thought he might call himself Jim or John, both m...