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...
As the walked along a long fenced pathway, she told Martin, that she was bringing him to a refugee camp, and that she...
She pulled her head back from the binoculars, a scowl on her face. The were all over the streets, and it was only a m...
The fat girl at Kentucky Fried Chicken touched my forehead with the palm of her hand. Her skin was oily and she had p...
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...
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...
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 ...
The mail box never had anything I wanted so I went onto the next home. Usually I picked up a few interesting pieces f...
We sat on our toboggan at the top of the hill behind the house. It wasn't much of a sliding hill, but it was easy to ...
We made a little church of our own when we promised to marry. You asked me when I barely understood how to love you, ...
The conversation lasted two words:
The conversation lasted two words: "Too much." Too much pain? Too much regret? Too much suffering. And who's? From tw...
I am trying to make up words as I tremble in Fear. I can feel the first drop of sweat starting to run down my face. H...
"I'm sorry", the two words that shattered her world. She let the dial tone ring out, as a hot tear ran down her cheek...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower coolly.
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower coolly. Lord Howard stood behind him, rigid, hands neatly behind his ba...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower smoothly. "Good good," he said in his nasally voice. Rubbing his hands to...
The Potentate surveyed his creamsicle tower cooly. "Were my instructions not clear," he asked in the calm manner so ...
It was a gloomy day in the middle of no where all i could see was piles upon piles of hay, it felt late and i ont kno...
The fields were parched. There was no water. Where was the rain, she wondered as she stared across the cracked land...
I'll miss the way the breeze would blow hair into his eyes, and the way I would brush it away, asking him when he was...
The gate closed behind them.
I stood on the old wooden bed I always slept in. There was always a window up high and I would always look up to it a...
Three Chances. Two Donors. One Hope. December 4th. Today is the third anniversary of your first bone marrow transp...
Rudolph ran as fast as his four legs would carry him. He had run out of fairy dust over a remote forest, and unfortun...