“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 make you and your brother behave?” Amy shook her head and thought, not for the first time, she wished she hadn’t told Patricia. They were friends, but sometimes, like no...
"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, the cloudy displays of ice creams and sherbets, and the nice looking young girl holding the menus standing in the open doorway smiling at them. It looked like nothing had...
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 death. But most importantly, I wanted to fall in love.I started my day just like any other day. I read the paper as I had my breakfast. Today's headlines: RAPUNZEL DYES...
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 night there weretwo in thelane,and he watched a dreadfulviolation;heard the terrorin hervoice,saw the sharpblade thrust in andout; the moon’spale phosphorescenceflashing to a...
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,Every time I remember,You weave some tales,I become a dreamer. When you left so suddenly, I thought I’ll be fine.Their screams faded instantly.I hear nothing but mine.
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 through my veins. In my head. In my ears. Hearing it. Stirring. Not stirring. No feeling. None. Arms and legs dead. Dead weight. Lifting. No lifting. Can't move. Can't move...
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, I’m so afraid,My teeth then start to chatter -Such fear I feel of everythingWhy? It does not matter -Sitting, rocking, in my room -When will this be over?My life is rea...
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 area of our country. The road I drove was two lanes wide and snaked through the countryside. As I drove around one of the many rolling hills, Devil's Tower loomed ahead....
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 the sandy beach. Very few had braved the still chilly waters of the lake but there were some taking advantage of the warm sand to get their first tan of the year. She appr...
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 nothing can take his spirit. They have his body, his life, but he will never, truly, succumb, never yield. But it is to the afterlife, he must go. As much as it pains him,...
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 curvaceous. She had shoulder length, light auburn hair with blond highlights. Her facial features were just a slight bit awry from perfect, but it only added to her char...
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 time it was the longest single in popular-music history because it had so much to tell. For all the people who lived through September 11, 2001 and can remember that day. Th...
