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, ...
Half naked and desperate, the child climbed the thin bars of the door, her cage, staring at the world outside. Her ri...
It was difficult getting to people to understand that actually you wanted to be in the cage. That the cage was the sa...
The first few days she hadn't noticed the bars. She'd noticed very little about her surroundings other than that they...
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...
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Didn't even stop to look the dude in the eyes before shoving him off the bridge. The coat was fancy, that's all that ...
There was a man who rode on a white horse. He wore a golden cloak. He was handsome and upright in posture. When he pa...
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 ...
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...
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 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...
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....
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...