A Farewell to Pancakes
Let the sound of splashing water that I used to Let’s Associate: washing spatulas, washing pans. My father told me that the best to wash a pan was to wait for…
Must it have a title?
What is going on here? You are reading something that may be a story. Something that must have been written. Mustn’t it? Who are we in this dance? Reader…
An Exhilarating Game
She was running away from him. Sweat covering her face, burning her eyes, she ran. The adrenaline flowing in her veins urged her to move the fastest she ever…
Flee
Jon turned right, running parallel to the dilapidated buildings of Park Street. No one really lived here anymore; the buildings were mostly stores and…
Tag
Jon ran through the streets, and turned into the alley, smiling. Only two feet of clearance, only ten feet in length. He emerged in a different part of town, a…