“Oh, c’mon. You have to go.” Marcie huffed.
Arjen licked his lips.
“The band is super popular. They’re lit. Everyone loves them.”
He sighed. “I’ve never heard of them.”
Marcie shook her hands in the air. “What’s Continue reading Popular
“Oh, c’mon. You have to go.” Marcie huffed.
Arjen licked his lips.
“The band is super popular. They’re lit. Everyone loves them.”
He sighed. “I’ve never heard of them.”
Marcie shook her hands in the air. “What’s Continue reading Popular
I’ve always loved stories. Grandfather read them at bedtime. Then he told his stories of the river, the barber shop, or the little elves that lived in his garden.
Words spun worlds in my head, Continue reading Relieved
“I suppose that’s it.” Angus shoveled the student exams in his worn satchel, then rammed the cap on the red pen.
“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.
“You’ve made plans then?”
I shrugged. Students entered Continue reading Bottle and Glass
In the space of a handful of heartbeats, a moment forever vivid and often reconsidered. You asked the unexpected of the unworldly. Your smile sparkled and your laugh ever echoes. The feeling of confusion, so overwhelming, has faded through time, replaced with questions. What answer Continue reading Vivid
He set the revolver on the table next to the empty bottle and the last of his cash. He rubbed his eyes. Grit ground painfully.
He stood and grabbed the money off the table. One last trip to the liquor store. No hurry.
Outside the skies poured rain. He darted to the dry bus stop. Continue reading Aware
“It’s automatic,” he said. His scar blazed violently.
Another’s eyebrow lifted. “The orders aren’t clear. We should call the may—”
“It’s done!” His eyes narrowed and lips stretched tighter.
The others all nodded their heads. Contempt crossed their faces. Continue reading Automatic
“I have nothing to hide.” I have everything to hide. Scumbag reporters’ questions blur into a peaceful white noise. I take a deep breath and smile.
The perky blonde in the front row waves her arm again. She is exactly my type. I point at her big boobs. “Yes? You in the pink?”
“Are you capable of providing Continue reading Capable
Don’t get me wrong. Those frenetic people than burn incandescent, seesaw through life, never crossing at a crosswalk aren’t me. Eddie, Becca, Jordan. They are all like that. Talking fast about topics they Continue reading Mope
“We’re here.”
The Jamison burned my throat as the car jerked to a stop.
Everyone piled out. I smashed the bottle on the pavement.
Voices were excited. We’d made vows. Continue reading Burnt
“Hiya, Mike. Feeling better?” my boss asked.
“Yes, I am.” And I did feel better.
The boss led the way into the back of the bakery.
“Try one of these new pastries,” said the boss, handing me one. Continue reading Tart