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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... Continue Reading →

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.... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

“From Blue to Gray” (Microfiction)

She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell. She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother's hand and laughing. What she could never remember is the... Continue Reading →

Chapter 11: The Mists

Chapter 11 of Sleeper Cell Angela led the way to the former Dr. Loveitt's condo. When they arrived Justin jimmied the lock and a couple minutes they found themselves looking into a very posh living room. Justin looked at Angela,... Continue Reading →

Chapter 10: Blue Ocean Floor

Chapter 10 of Sleeper Cell Angela and Justin pulled into the parking garage of Dr. Loveitt's building. Heart racing a mile a minute she sat silently beside Justin, waiting for him to tell her what the next move was. Growing... Continue Reading →

Chapter 8: A Reader’s Remorse

Chapter 8 of Sleeper Cell Agent Brown sat transfixed on the couch unable to move. The man had long since disappeared from her living but she remained seated. Clutching the silly manila envelope, she hadn't dared to open. His mission... Continue Reading →

Chapter 7: Can You Keep a Secret?

Chapter 7 of Sleeper Cell Agent Brown trudged up the four flights of stairs to her condo. She could taken the elevator but the ice cream in the back of freezer was calling her name. Emotional eating was on the... Continue Reading →

Chapter 6: The Morning After

Sleeper Cell Part 6 Agent Brown sipped a cup of piping hot coffee, black. No sugar, no cream. She knew that this morning was going to brutal when she turned on the local news and saw the now former Director's... Continue Reading →

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