Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...

“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...

The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?" "I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried." "...

I look at the glistening gold clock hung onto the station wall. Time is ticking. So slowly I feel that time has froze...

This note. This one note. This small little ticket of joy, was my way out of here. Out of this dump. Where flies cons...

"Travel light, but take everything with you," he said, his sky eyes looking off into the distance, "you never know wh...

"Come on," Ricardo yelled, growing more frustrated by the second. "That guy is still trailing us. Step on it!" "I don...

I was down. The car hit me straight on. I thought I was on vacation for the week but obviously the ambulance driver t...

All Sam had wanted was a ride. He's grown up in the Mid West, eaten his breakfast from cereal cartons plastered wi...

What happens when life finally becomes too much to bear? He thought about it a great deal - but was unable to put his...

Erring on the side of caution I took two of the smaller ones. Just like breakfast, or a night on the town. My body wa...

There was a girl that I used to work with at the Goodwill who had eyes that were far too close together. Her body was...

Midnight on the roof. The roof of one of the university buildings, to be exact. "We've made it," he says. I nod, sti...

I stared up at the stars the beauty overtaking my sight, the bright lights occupied me while I was waiting. For him ...

Midnight On the roof. A shouldn't-be time in a shouldn't-be place, Thad pecked a shouldn't-do cigarette from the...

My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...

It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...

When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...

Birds. So many birds. I mean, I like birds, I guess...but not these birds. These birds were dropping doo-doo on my he...

she kept bird feathers in an old mason jar beside her bed. every night she would pick one, and blow sweet, freshly to...

Perched upon a thin branch flailing in the wind, the owl cried out into the night, "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for...

"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...

There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...

Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...

It wasn't my fault. It couldn't have been. She was dead when I got there. I know my fingerprints were on the gun. It...

"This is your fault," his wife said to him. If you would just put your mother in her place I wouldn't have to and we ...

Fault. Such a familiar word. Im not sure what it means and what it looks like but i can feel it. I feel it for a lo...

I held it at arms length. A scruffy business card in battered Russian. Something like “путешествие во времени” (“pute...

I held it at arm's length. Three feet long from blade to hilt it, the replica Confederate cavalry sword is beautiful....

I held it at arm's length, pressing the butt of the gun into my shoulder. It was heavy and my muscles screamed and bu...