She cradled the faun's head.
Feeling like a fool, alone but still wondering how she looked, how she looked to other people. She should just allow ...
She cradled the faun's head and he went to sleep. I had read the final line of the bedtime story about a thousand ti...
She cradled the faun's head. She listened to its soft breath, listened to its complaint, listened its petition. But...
When Martin woke up, he was still in the back of the van. He didn't know, how long he was unconscious. He couldn't se...
Shots were fired all around town. Poor innocent lives we're taken in a matter of seconds. They were taking over... ev...
The snow had hardened overnight and was crisp now. It wasn't what you would call a cold day and Fran had left her jac...
She was walking down the sidewalk in the downtown area of Seattle when she noticed a pile of white blankets and other...
They would never stop. She used to love the sight of birds on a rooftop, electric wires, even clotheslines. She used...
Disappeared into the cityscape, hiding unintentionally, friend to only the birds, for they are the only ones who wi...
Kelsey · Kent · End the bloodshed
Breathlessly she pried open the little box on her palm. Her eyes widened. "How, how could this..." Footsteps approac...
Kelsey had always hated Kent. Kent was a skinny, chaste, and weak man. His skin was light and ashy, his hair not blon...
Kent was stabbing someone. I think it was Mary. Maybe it was Bill. I don't know. The important thing is that it was a...
They were listening.
Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
It approached.
She could feel the terror drenching and cloaking itself around her. Don't be afraid, it whispered. You've known for y...
It came at me. At a speed of lightning. I couldn't think. Speak, or even hear correctly. The crowbar was flung direct...
Looking out my thirteenth floor office window, I marveled at how dark, gritty and simply dirty the air looked. It wa...
"Jesus Christ! Where am I now?" As Martin gazed into the vast ocean in front of him, the broken teleporter still beep...
"Listen," I whisper. "Hear the waves crash." She listens, head cocked to one side. Her beautiful golden hair cascades...
The waves crashed and slapped at the stones, slurping up mouthfuls of sand and dragging them back to the deep. Elk st...
I have always been a walker. Not a wanderer - that is what I sometimes hear them calling me now. No, I have always be...
Good Lord! What is that old fool doing. He is out and about with only a tatty old dressing gown and a pair of mouldy ...
Just one more step. That's all it would take to step into eternity. Not even that. If the day had been wet instead o...
all alone. all alone forever. all by myself. I am the last left of my family. the last splotch of colour in the green...
Everyone's a joker, until the joke's on them, thought the fish. Swimming in the fluorescent green waters was hell on ...
"It's called a goldfish." "Goldfish? Not much of a name." "That's right. Wasn't much of a fish, either. They used t...
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...