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 ...
I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...
I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...
The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...
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...
Two men entered, wearing respiratory masks. They came over to the register and looked at Martin, who just looked back...
Officer Malone stopped at the doorway of the house. "Do you smell that?" she asked. The rest of the team paused as ...
I'm in love with a robot.
I'm in love with a robot. I know, I know, that sounds strange. But I am. It's name, or at least the name I gave it, i...
I am in love with a coffee machine. A robot that makes coffee. I am giddy about it my mornings are filled with percol...
Golden skin glowed in the afternoon sun, revealing a fine tracery of pale blue at the inside of the wrist. Lips, lus...
I step back and look. It seems complete. Ms. Johnson comes over and looks at it. She barely glances before saying, "...
He stared at his reflection in the water for a long moment. He studied his eyes (the same dark brown that they had al...
The world was so close to perfect, he hated having to point out the flaws to the designer. It was his least favorite ...
Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take.
Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. They were just sitting there In the box. H...
Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. Nobody knows until they've been in those sh...
Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. He'd told his parents he wanted to move out...
Gene · Heather · Guilt
She was looking ahead, eyes parallel with the ground. She was looking ahead, eyes perpendicular with the ground. Pa...
In her rear-view mirror, she saw Gene turn. He looked at the bush, at her, at the bush again, and then felt his pocke...
Heather didn't like being out in the rain. She was going to get even with that bastard Gene - how dare he dump her in...
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...
Travel light, but take everything with you.
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...