He was always a weird kid.
Words were labels that he had never paticularly enjoyed. Words were lazy, letting you lapse into not thinking about t...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley.
In 1921, he flew to the Great Rift Valley. He came back from the world called Calpfinn. The place where not only ordi...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley to the California shore In 1934, he was spotted near a bank robbery that...
In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley, along the trails left by the ancient Martians, to find the Temple of the...
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...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go.
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...
The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...
"No parking anytime" read the sign on the tall, black, iron gate. "Well, if I'm going to break the rules, I guess th...
There once was a house that no child or adult dared enter, the house was known to be haunted. Even though that the ho...
Joshua parked in front of the iron gate, irritated at this sign, just one of many from his absentee father. He was ne...
Knives
Knives. Knives. What was she going to use them on next? The silver blades shimmered in the sunlight streaming thro...
He was a walking arsenal with knives strapped to his armor at forearms, biceps, chest and back. Two smaller throwing ...
That was the last thing she saw. It was headed straight for her chest, a glittering blade, and she saw it in slow-mot...
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 young boy ran for his life, the giant monster of a dog chasing after him. The boy didn't do anything wrong, he th...
Wooshy Wooshy and futuristic Just out of the corner of my eye, that thing I had been running towards, to, seeking It...
Running from the swarm of bees, Roger kept his eyes firmly ahead knowing he'd be able to jump into the river, swim un...
Bombs were the last thing on his mind.
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. Everyone was hiding under desks, wary of the slightest sound whereas he was w...
Bombs, were the last thing on his mind. Jack turned and spoke " It's funny, that today would have to be the day we be...
Bombs were the last thing on his mind. So, when the topic came up, Ben was staring out the window thinking about his ...
I walked along the flat stones that made up the busy road and let the bustling crowds swallow me whole. My heart poun...
Walking towards the light, the people wondered if they would be provided clothes or would they have to keep walking i...
Gavin was gloating. "Enjoy your final moments, Kevin ... maybe use them to wonder how I found you. Good-bye ..." He ...