"You weren't there for me!" Flore cried out. Everything was liquid; tears stung her eyes, and saliva sputtered as the words escaped from a dank inner chamber. "You weren't there when it mattered, when everything went to shit. You just…

(Continued from the last I sent you.) It was a beautiful day, the kind we didn’t get often in the Pacific Northwest. Completely clear skies, sunlight filtering down through the branches of the Douglas Firs the logging company hadn’t gotten…

[continuing with some characters in my novel!] Soccer. Ravi fell in love with soccer shortly after he learned to walk. On the way back from a weekend in Spain, Goofy Uncle Neil had impulsively decided that a full size soccer…

So yeah. My favorite subjects are P.E., Viking Club, American Lit & American History. I just don't have a head for figures in Math class. My Quiz Scores average 60. The only thing that saves my grade in Math is…

"You don't know me," Flore repeated, low and slow. The words surfaced from a place deeper than anger. "How dare you." Only a rustle punctuated the silence, and Flore pictured Damien's shrug. That contemptible shrug filled her with disgust, now.…

……….in my underwear…..not totally naked, but naked enough….and I danced with abandon to, who else? Barry Manilow…….and I’d sing as I danced because his music opened my emotional heart and like some weepy teen, I was laid bare by Barry.…

"Then that settles it," Flore said. "You don't want to move here, and I can't leave. We're done." She hesitated, though she hated herself for it as she heard herself waver, "Aren't we?" Her phone screen had gone dark. She…

There is one thing you can count on, though using the word “permanent” to describe it may appear contradictory and meaningless, as the two ideas seem to cancel each other out. One thing that is forever so, always in residence,…

A Directive has been issued. We are not permanent here. We are temporary. Management wants us to realize beyond any doubt that we can be replaced at any time, that none of us is absolutely necessary. In other words, we…

At eight in the evening, Vince was home alone, thinking. His three-year-old half-brother was staying overnight at his dad's house. As usual, Vince's mother was out, God knows where, drinking & drugging. If I go through with my plan, thought…

Vince woke up screaming & yelling. "No! No! Please!!! He clutched his blankets as he peered down into a deep, dark, dank, bottomless pit. Crap! The month was October, & Mister Geronimo had introduced "The Pit & the Pendulum" to…