It was night time, in a fancy restaurant. We just sat down. Liana runs off and I follow. There was nothing else to do...

Where am I going? thought Harold Sunday as he sped through yet another red light. The intersection blurred behind hi...

The white sedan zipped down the city streets, passing cars frantically, horn honking. Inside, Mark Strickland sat beh...

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 ...