Propped up on her elbow, squeezing the neck of her stuffed animal between her forearm and bicep, Anna Maria tried to determine if the noise(more…)
The Secret of Anna Maria’s Snake
Stories
We Are Dust
Tiny flecks, specks. Disintegrating into nothing. Mere moments we have once stirred. Sitting idly by, time moves slowly. Touched, and it’s gone. Dust evaporated Photo(more…)
Tears of the Cursed
A long time ago, all over the world, feelings could let be shown at all, except in word form. There was no crying, smiling, or(more…)
Why Do People Cry?
The Background: In my sixth grade Language Arts class we were assigned a creative story about “myths.” At least, that’s what I can tell from(more…)
Cycles of Love
The air is humming as I cut through it on my matte black Bianchi Oltre. Not the newest model, much like myself, but I’ve taken(more…)
Love Cycled In
I walked around the bend, Death Bend as I called it growing up. A sharp turn with a manageable hill. One moment you’re veering left,(more…)
and Then She Was Gone
The rules squawked from her yammering beak.Don’t tell people they can’t have toys in the house.There are no toys allowed in the house.People will play(more…)
The Easy Life
Paul watched as the large truck driver pulled down the door not bothering to strap it down, and plodded his way to the dock. It(more…)
Twas the Night After Christmas
Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the houseblood was dripping and pooling in puddles far more than an ounce.Ears were hung down the(more…)
Build A Better Mouse Trap
Her long curly hair bounced out of the messy bun which previously held it as she ran. Lifting her legs as high as she could while still maintaining her speed. She thought of her Jujutsu classes, of knee strikes. Anything to keep her from tripping over the debris.
