An intuitive, perceptive girl with an eye for detail · Someone who knows something about her that she doesn't · Find out what he knows, and make sense of it
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...
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...
It was a gloomy day in the middle of no where all i could see was piles upon piles of hay, it felt late and i ont kno...
The fields were parched. There was no water. Where was the rain, she wondered as she stared across the cracked land...
I'll miss the way the breeze would blow hair into his eyes, and the way I would brush it away, asking him when he was...
The tigers snarled at each other as they fought over the prize. Eyes narrowed, they watched for the slightest hesitat...
They were the best of friends, but the worst of enemies. My husband and his brother would become like tigers fighting...
He watched from a distance, hidden behind a bush. The two tigers snarled at each other, circling around, judging each...
A Time to grow And a Time to grow old A Time to learn And a Time to teach A Time to receive And a Time to give A Time...
"Carry the wreath, Henry, your mother is waiting." Father's terse words spoken from the side of his mouth, muffled b...
The sun this morning grows short thick shadows from the cobblestones. A sweaty head against the curb, red hatching at...
Writer · Americans · Hemingway
Sitting at a desk with pen in hand. "It's us against the world." "Watch out, America." The circle of faces tight...
I was an optimist. I thought that I, like Hemingway, could weave my influence between countries, live in the welcomin...
He couldn't see through the rain. The rain covered everything in sight, like a thick veil of mosquito netting had bee...
Mary wandered through Arlington National Cemetery. She was looking for her grandfather's tombstone. In a sea of perfe...
I am different. I know it. They know it. They being society. In our society, we are to dress the same, act the same, ...
From the edge of a hole in the ground, lying on his side in a pool of his own blood, Jim looked around for his arm. ...
Sal · Runaway Train · Propose
Sal knew his time was running out, a runaway train heading straight for him but he had nowhere else to go. "So... wi...
Sal was in love. A part of her felt that she'd always been in love, and almost each time with a different man. But t...
Sal knew it was too late the minute the whistle blew. That train had been keeping time in Millersville for twenty yea...
Lola.
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 ...
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Didn't even stop to look the dude in the eyes before shoving him off the bridge. The coat was fancy, that's all that ...
There was a man who rode on a white horse. He wore a golden cloak. He was handsome and upright in posture. When he pa...