“Your parents are crazy. Did they really tell you that?” Patricia said and laughed at her best friend. “Yes,” Amy said. She felt defensive at her friend’s mocking attitude. “Come on. You expect me to believe that your parents made up a whole person to...
"What? You don't like chocolate anymore?" he asked them. "No, Saba," Tommy was pulling away. "I still like chocolate. It's just that I don't want to go here." The older man looked inside at the tables and chairs, the shelves of light and dark chocolates,...
In a magical land far far away, fairy tales make the headlines on a daily basis. Seldom sad endings, mostly happily ever after. Everyone was special if they believed. I wanted to be famous; I wanted them to sing songs and tell tales about me long after my...
in a field he stands, hisfeet in darkness, his dirty raggedface dull with themoon’s silverlight.the festoonery ofrags is about him,each borrowed garmentwith its story.those eyeshe wearsare not blindwithal;the empty sockets are filled with seeing.last nigh...
When they are too loud,They torture me,You sing so proud,It disarms me. When I hear their fear,As death claims them,Your arms hold me dear,I forget them. When my tears flow,My soul is aching,You say I still glow,I smile, disbelieving. When my sanity fails...
Whoosh, whoosh...whoosh, whoosh...whoosh, whoosh. Quiet. So very still, all around me. Nothing stirring. Dark. So dense, the atmosphere. Hard to breathe. Nothing to see. Can't see. Can't hear anything. Whoosh, whoosh...whoosh, whoosh... Blood, rushing thr...
Icy flash!Awake at night!Jolt shoots through my being!Numbness travels up my arms -And as I lose my feeling -Heart thumps fast at such a pace,It seems to want to flee me -High pitched shriek Runs through my headMy chest in death grip squeezing -Body cold...
Driving through the rolling prairie of Wyoming was boring. The children sat at the table reading books. My wife sat in the other captain's chair, as I drove. Our destination was Devils Tower National Monument. Verdant rolling fields of grass covered this...
The wide walkway that was a few steps above the lengthy beach was teeming with the sun loving crowd. The first days of warm weather after weeks of a wet, dreary Spring drew the multitudes. As Melanie navigated her way among the strollers she looked past t...
Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for n...
Carol was extremely uncomfortable as she sat at the small corner booth. She had every right to be, sitting alone in this bar full of amorous young men.She was an exceedingly attractive young woman. She was medium height but could be described as buxom and...
The Day Our Innocence Died By midnightraider61 Based on the song “American Pie” by Don McLean “The Day the Music Died” was February 3, 1959, the day Buddy Holly’s plane went down in a corn field. Don McLean wrote and recorded this song in 1973; at the tim...
