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“Old Verona” (Microfiction)

She sat beside her husband as the gondola glided through the water. Before their ride, her husband told her that in hundred years, this beautiful city would be underwater. Looking around at the brightly colored walls, the laundry hanging from... 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 →

“Parting Words” (Microfiction)

They laid side by side in grass, gazing up at the familiar night sky. Cradled in the crook of his arm she turned to face him. "I have loved you in and out of time. You have been my favorite... Continue Reading →

Dancing in the Moonlight (short story)

It was just supposed to be a regular date night, dinner and maybe a movie if it wasn't too late. How they ended up under a bridge with the car radio blaring and her twirling to King Harvest, he'd never... Continue Reading →

Fixer Upper (poem)

There once was a house on the end of a lane. Tall and erect, it wasn't stately but it was a home. Over the years it fell into repair. It's shutters crooked, The paint, cracked and peeling. A shell of... Continue Reading →

Rendezvous (microfiction)

She had no business being here. Meeting him risky, beyond risky. But here she stood, alone at the bottom of the escalator questioning whether it was too late; knowing in her heart it already was. Welcome to week 106 of... Continue Reading →

Perfect. (Short Story)

Elizabeth groggily turned off her alarm and rolled out of bed to get dressed for work. Her conversation the day before with Lauren had lifted her spirits more than she thought it would. She'd missed her friend, more than she... Continue Reading →

Table Talk (short story)

Elizabeth and Lauren exchanged small talk for a while. Each testing the waters to see if it was safe to venture deeper. She could sense the hesitancy in Lauren to pry. The last time they'd talked Lauren had made an... 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 →

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