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...
There was blood on my pillow.
"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 ...
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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...
I held it at arm's length.
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...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...
He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...