Spencer walked down the path toward him.
His mouth felt like hot, sticky sand. This was a mistake.
He felt lightheaded. Just don’t faint. He forced himself to suck in the cool autumn air.
Spencer stood before him. She’d said Continue reading Flattery
Why hadn’t Mike asked the realtor, Elaine, to do it? He stood in the room and felt his heart hammering in his chest. She would have opened it. He kicked himself. She was new Continue reading The Closet Door
Nonsense. We didn’t go to that rally looking for a fight. You can’t believe what those stupid news people say. They’re morons.
The brass knuckles? Sure. I carry them in my pocket at all times. Self-defense. This city is a stew of crime. People get jumped all the time.
Laughs. That old guy? Continue reading Fight
Mother cursed them. She didn’t understand. Not really. The secret police were but tools. Rough tools that cut both ways.
I tripped on the curb. My pajamas soaked through. My knee throbbed in pain as my slipper floated away.
A heavy hand wrenched me to my feet. Shoving, I stumbled forward. Continue reading Dark State
The river continues to rise as the unyielding rains play on. The city park drowns underneath the flood waters. The park where he first saw them. Where the screaming voice spoke to him.
The mud clutches his boots. Slowly he sinks in the soft ground. A hand-shaped leaf reaches up to taunt him. The screaming voice Continue reading Winter Rain
This morning is cold, just above freezing. The precipitation is alternating between snow, sleet, freezing rain, plain rain, and whatever else Mother Nature can come up with. Not exactly what anyone wants to unzip the mummy bag and crawl out of their tent to find. There is no choice in the matter. We take whatever fate dishes out for us. Continue reading Heaven’s Gate
The sound of thunder like the war hammers of Norse gods had awoken Jan. As he tried to wake Inger, the folds and whorls of the coal black clouds surged ever closer. Lightning raced across the front, casting brief flickers of illumination across the field. Continue reading Rain, Rain, Go Away
Writing 101 wants us to write about a personal fear using a different style.
Fear rhymes with ear and hangs out with scary who is the brother of Harry, a kid that lived down the street from the house Continue reading Fear