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...
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....
An intuitive, perceptive girl with an eye for detail · Someone who knows something about her that she doesn't · Find out what he knows, and make sense of it
She turns around, but he has vanished again. She weighs the pros and cons of speaking before opening her mouth. "I ca...
"So you're saying you didn't see Willie Mason leaving the store Friday night?" PI Dot Post eyed the man sitting in he...
I'm fine No really. Really really! I'm not being aggressive. NO, I'm NOT! I am NOT shouting. I'm perfectly Ok...
The city was empty.
The city was empty, like the set of a sci-fi movie when the aliens have chased everyone away or a nuclear explosion h...
I sat on the bench in the park. Breathed in the air. Smelled the ash and dust. It was quiet here, beneath the shade ...
I've been following Soulscum for a while now. I don't know what he wants. I don't know why he's here. All I know 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...