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...
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...
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 ...
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...
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...
Pirate with a Wooden Leg · Woodpecker · Float to Shore
The storm had blown over, but not before it had blown over his ship, along with all of his crew. The captain always w...
So close, yet so far. Matey the Pirate never understood the phrase until these last few days of his life. The woodp...
The waves were bigger than she'd ever seen before. They were not waves tonight. They were destructive bombs, pulveriz...
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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...
Writer · Americans · Hemingway
Sitting at a desk with pen in hand. "It's us against the world." "Watch out, America." The circle of faces tight...
I was an optimist. I thought that I, like Hemingway, could weave my influence between countries, live in the welcomin...
He couldn't see through the rain. The rain covered everything in sight, like a thick veil of mosquito netting had bee...
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...
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...