If the world was ending…part vii

The cold wrapped around him like a blanket, stealing his warmth. His breath. His father was on his left, his footsteps quiet on the ground. He darted glances at his father. Derek Benard Hammond was a tall man. The youngest...

If the world was ending…part vi

Quiet. Being in a car without radio was so quiet. No more fights over the aux cord. No more scanning stations. No more streaming apps. Those days were over or nearly over. Her cell phone still had a full battery...

The Sweetest Oblivion (Made)

Sweet, innocent, obedient...until she wasn't. Until one day she decides to take something for herself. That one action takes Elena from highly favored pampered princess to a girl who is shadowed wherever she goes. Enter our hero Nicolas a Made...

if the world was ending…part iii

So, this is Seth. He’s cute. He was tall. He looked like he knew his way around a gym but didn’t live in it. Big hands that made mine feel small. He smelled…he smelled amazing. Whatever cologne he was wearing...

if the world was ending part ii

The phone was disconnected. His parents were idiots. He loved them but for crying out loud! He scrubbed a hand over his increasing irritated face. They. Weren’t. Answering. The. Phone! He threw his gear into his truck. He’d loaded it...

Sink (prose)

Lost. trying to make my way home- i'm confused somehow- someway, i made a wrong turn. dazed. i slump to the grown. tipid water hits my face, seeps into the cuffs of my jeans. i'm lost. cellphone dying, my mind...

I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers, My feet, Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect. I could create floods, Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky. But I can't recreate the feeling of...

Feelings (Microfiction)

This imagine invokes feelings. What exactly I feel, I'm not sure. I just know I like the opaqueness of the sky. The foggy-mistiness of the foreground. This imagine invokes feelings. Not quite sure what they are but, I like them....

Strut (Prose)

She walked from her daily bus to her home. Her walk, as usual uneventful. But as she walked she watched her shadow. The shadow bounced. It's footsteps were rhythmic and lively. Who was this woman? The woman with the confident...