Vanquished.
Your foundation was laid a long time ago. You said it was always the same, just before. His voice offering up your na...
Monica Albott had never been beautiful. Sure, she had been cute, pretty even, but never beautiful. She said this ove...
Creeping up again. That is what I thought as as I woke up in my nice but dull apartment. The life I had made for myse...
Water.
Where the sun sets, and the wind blows, two girls run across the ocean, having fun with each other. The two girls liv...
You know how people always use that metaphor of how an iceberg shows a small portion of the story, but the ice travel...
If humans are mostly water, what happens when you remove it? This was the idle yet macabre thought that raced throu...
I shot my butler.
I shot my butler. He was a mole! I should have known. I'm trained to tell whether someone is lying or not. I'm a secr...
I shot my butler. I never really wanted to though, He was a kind man. It was a week ago, and since then I've been a...
"I shot my butler." I threw the manuscript across the room. Grabbed a scotch. No. Wait. Wanted a scotch, grabbed a bo...
The year was 1986.
The year was 1986 and she was a high school softball star. So young and full of potential. She was beautiful. She had...
The year was 1986 and I was 10 years old living in south Louisiana. My family had been living in Louisiana for gener...
The year was 1986. My home, a typical home in Suburbia, USA. My life, a typical American teenager, filled with angst ...
If you ever pass this house on 23 silverdores street, your sight will be mesmerized. A red checkered pattern clock ha...
The border. He had. To find. The border. He'd made this trip a hundred times before and each time the damn thing move...
You know damn well the head is in the box. You know damn well how this movie will end. But her legs are across yours ...
He led me to the spot and I gasped. "Alex...did you seriously build this?" "For us." He took my hand and I blushed so...
As I gazed across the lake at the empty gazebo, I realized I wanted to be there. To stand in the center, surrounded b...
The dock at his grandfather's pond always reminded him of Imladris, the land known as Rivendell in Tolkien's The Hobb...
Taste.
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...
I can taste the tingle on my tongue the second it touches. I can smell the sweet/sour, crisp, smell. The food is amaz...
Private Morlane · Rooster · Let the regiment sleep
Hero at Midnight No one could remember who among them gave him the name Rooster; probably someone long gone by this ...
Private Morlane glanced at the watch that he'd taken off and left on the small table by his cot, rubbing his sleep-we...
Morlane hung his head. At times like these, his emotions were torments of conflict. He was grateful, yes; but he was ...
the grand opening was boring yet it was also very romantic me and my husband had went to the opening because he knew ...
He looked upwards. My goodness - it was high! What would he feel like under these arched ceilings, dwarfed by the mas...
Arches atop tall pedestals opened into an ample space, magnified by groin vault ceilings. Red brick, scrubbed clean, ...
The bear was furious.
The bear was furious. He was knocking on doors, climbing stairs, and waiting for elevators, and he couldn't find Gold...
The bear was furious. He could no longer spot where the rabbit had gone. In the New World Order, this was something t...
The bear was furious. Dr Who had eaten his chocolate again. This time he wsn't going to let the jumped up timelord ge...