Sometimes Life Does

Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair cream to each strand meticulously. Afterwards, she slicked her full lips […]

The Higher Call

He dips his pen into the inkwell. Lifts it carefully, tapping it gently on the edge of the jar before moving back to his paper. His fingertips, forever stained with the heavy black ink, never hesitate. Not a moment passes where there aren’t thoughts and ideas swirling inside his heart and mind, stories to be […]

The World According to Allison

Allison is the queen of the world. No. Not the queen. She’s the star and director. We all play our parts according to Allison’s will. Oh, Allison needs more attention, oh-no! there’s trouble at work, can you help her out?! Allison needs you to do something for her, has she told you how wonderful you […]

Across the Table

How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive breakup (though he would never tell her what all went wrong […]

Through The Window

The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and held her and cried without a word because the truth was, […]

6:31am (Insomnia)

sitting in a pile of rubbish every piece of my life surrounding me I emptied the cabin piled it up out in the woods I know what you’re planning I looked through your phone you should use a better password you asshole you won’t take her life her will doesn’t even name you you may […]

3:27am (Insomnia)

It would be a mercy killing, right? I hesitate. The boy can’t be more than five. But his eyes are dead and he shows no emotion. He has been drowned and resurrected so many times I wonder how he still lives. He harbors no hope for himself and neither do I. There are scars where […]

Her Name Was Love

As a young woman, she moved with an easy grace and light skipping footsteps, the bloom of youth fresh upon her lovely face, her ripe firm breasts and long limber legs. The bright warm sun quickly dried the occasional rain of tears down her tender cheeks. New life seemed to spring from each narrow footprint […]