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...
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...
I'm trapped. I came to the beach, ready to relax. Ready to escape my work, and every annoying person in my life. But ...
"Come here," I whisper loud enough for her to hear me. She gives me a look and laughs, tilting her head up to the sky...
That damn tree was going to fall on him, he just knew it. What use was the open sky, the billowing waves of blue, or...
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...
The results were in.
Marie wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. Breathing heavily, she glanced impatiently at the bland, hospital door; it...
The results were in, she said. And he ran and ran and ran and ran, disregarding the shouts of teachers behind him, ju...
The results were in. The young men standing before the judges fidgeted anxiously in their military-style uniforms. Ja...
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...
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...
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...
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...