Where Is It
I storm into my room. Where is it. I have to find it! On my bookshelf? No. I empty my dresser drawers on the floor. Still nothing. I can feel the panic…
I storm into my room. Where is it. I have to find it! On my bookshelf? No. I empty my dresser drawers on the floor. Still nothing. I can feel the panic…
Glancing over profiles, searching through search results; That one person catches your eyes. You message them, and they message you back less than 2 minutes…
Remember when nothing was wrong A time when everything was perfect, When we were in paradise? When I said we couldn’t go back, I was lieing. I don’t know why I…
Watered phrases Sprout acres of Hallwayed mazes Lost thoughts Wander through Each fictional avenue My mind grew
Julia waited at home for her mother to come home, inside the dark dreary home. The boards creaked, the pipes rattled. Julia had no desire to sit in her room…
I left Gabe alone because I knew he’d find that junior soon enough, and I had an agenda of my own. I walked around in the crowd for awhile, unsure if she was…
Collar up, hat low over my eyes, hands in my pockets, breeze whipping my trench away from my legs as I hurried the two blocks up and two more east to my home…
“Whoa!” “What is it, Paul?” Tiffany asked, putting down her granola bar. “That’s not right,” Paul said, pointing to the graph. It was a real-time graph of…
Pantera, Pan for short, and yes his parents where huge fans, had an extraordinary gift. He could, without searching or even thinking about it, find any object…
She was heading home from the drop site when the money hit her bank account with an audible thunk, proportional to the size of the pay off. It was her…
The moon was full and already overhead when Fenris left the cave he’d hidden in earlier that day. He was always careful to hide himself before dawn. This was a…
“I should have known you would want to know something about Oleg.” - “Well what I can truly say about Oleg, he’s in his mid 40’s loves younger women.” - “He…
For a moment, when I saw her, I froze. Then looking quickly at my feet, so I couldn’t stare, I mumbled a greeting. “Welcome,” her voice was musical, sweet…
She wasn’t holding a gun the last time I saw her. I probably wouldn’t be standing if she was, judging by the fresh body bleeding on the dusty floor of the…
Jeron stared at Kyle, who seemed lost in thought. Jeron hated interrupting his train of thought. Truth be told, he hated the same old debate about ‘derailing…