I have spent a lot of time in recent weeks thinking about how one moment can affect the course of a story. The person the protagonist smiled at on page two can end up being the love of their life. This happens, in reality, all of the time. My own best friend and I met ...

Read the previous parts here: | 1 | 2 | 3 |   Harold stood just within the entrance and let the door close behind him. It bumped him a bit as it latched home.  The hall was empty. He took a step and an obscenely loud crack of thunder reverberated through the walls. He ...

Click here to read Part 1 and Part 2   8   Sheets of water battered the showroom windows as midnight approached. Harold was beginning to wish he had brought his guitar. An itch had developed in his fingertips to feel the copper strings beneath them, to hear the scratch of his new calluses on ...

Read PART 1 here   5   The weekend came and went as Harold forgot about the footsteps in the sanity of daylight. He bought his groceries and gathered up his clothes to bring over to the communal laundry room the dingy apartments shared. Once his short list of chores were attended to, he did ...

1   Harold Rothman had been working the night shift at MorningStar Storage Co. for three weeks before he heard footsteps in the hallway. It sat mostly unused, connecting the climate-controlled units A and F. He had been hired for under the table cash to run the counter for the odd-ball late-night customer that might ...

The door to the restaurant opened and I willed him to walk through, but only watched as a couple with their toddler hustled in from the rain. The patter on the rooftop mingled with the low dim of voices as I sat, waiting. I sat next to the window and watched people dart around puddles, ...

Hearts shattered The “why’s” never answered Tears flow swollen and hot Burning blue eyes Inherited from you Daddy’s little girl I’ve always been No matter the time That passed As a child, I talked to you Whispering my fears and dreams Whispering I love you Daddy to a Midnight sky, North star Pointing in your ...

I am a writer. I make lists for everything: grocery trips, summer plans, story-planning, things I want to try. My bucket list, the things I want to do one day before I die, is the longest list I keep. I’ll bet that is true for most normal people. However, I have another list I keep. ...