• void

    My eyes flew open to complete darkness. As they adjusted, I could make out the shapes of the various furniture in my living room. The television sat directly ahead of me, with my dad’s digital Bugs Bunny clock on top. The clock flashed midnight in bright, red font. Did I fall asleep on the couch ...
  • Fog, trees, partial house

    A blanket of fog fills the forest, reducing visibility for Grant and Tessalyn as they hike deep within. The dense haze piques the curiosity of the newly-dating couple, so they trudge on. But their enthusiasm soon turns to trepidation as they realize they’re lost.  Grant treks alongside Tessalyn while observing the invasive murk; it conceals ...
  • Bicycle

    There was a path they took to get to the underground pub that night. Bikes bouncing on the cobblestone, like galloping horses of carbon fiber. Each crack making an even bigger, hollow echo as it diminished under the rubber tire. The shift itself? 7:30-1 am. The observations made in the journey before and after? Timeless. ...
  • Lighthouse at Night

    A girl quietly pads over to her window in the dark of night. She separates the curtain with a quiet swoosh and perches on the wide windowsill. She looks up at the lighthouse on the far shore. Its beam of light illuminates her room and face every other minute. The harbor is silent as she ...
  • castle ruins

    For one moment, the world around Adelaide made sense, before that clarity faded away and chaos took hold. Being new to the island, the young woman didn’t have a chance to prepare herself for the events that happened. She was advised to simply touch the hand of the men standing on the pillars. If she ...
  • 228

    “Emmett! Emmett, where are you?” Catalina called out for her boyfriend in the woods they decided to rendezvous at for their hook up. She knew that he was with another, but she didn’t care. He was kind, passionate, and sexy as hell. He made her feel amazing every time she was with him. Even though ...
  • https://images.pexels.com/photos/51979/drink-alcohol-cup-whiskey-51979.jpeg?auto=compress&cs=tinysrgb&h=350

    I have often thought of the works of Hemingway nights like this.   The air was cold, and the thin walls at the Colonial Apartment did little good to keep out the cold. I was sitting in my old computer chair, staring at my copy of The Old Man in the Sea. “Scary how much ...
  • https://pixabay.com/en/lightening-storm-night-clouds-dark-520163/

    He felt the rain pelt away at his suit as he watched intently through the filthy glass window. He could barely make out what the men in the warehouse were doing. The storm was just loud and hard enough to make this recon mission a bust.The storm was supposed to help mask his movements, and ...
  • https://www.pexels.com/photo/american-back-view-burial-cemetery-356842/

    One, Two, Three, Four…   Listen to the sound of the chopper blades Whirling, Twirling, Stirring up dirt and dust, Feel the vibrations in your chest.   Listen to the sounds of the flags being caught in the wind. To some, It sounds like the soft “ping” of Church bells and others, A loud clap ...
  • 434

    “Marco?” I stand in the refreshing lake water. Goosebumps spread across my shoulders from the breeze as I wait. Bobby, Ryan, and Jane cheat. They wait a second before responding, so that they can get just out of reach. There’s movement in the water and someone inhales before going under. I’m the only one who ...