The cow camp, 60 miles on dirt roads from the nearest town (population 600) had a cabin with two rooms - the kitchen and the bunk room, which was "for the boys." Consequently, Nicole and Emma found a flat area…

He was peevish and restless, drooling, a first tooth far away under this bone trying to make its way out. I sat him on top of the couch back and together we looked out the living room window. There is…

Years ago I lived with a little girl who was at that age of asking why. We'd sit in a big chair in front of a gianti window that looked out on the street. Sometimes the child and I conversed,…

Kat stared out at the ocean, talking to it, talking to herself. Asking it, the waves beating, the birds screeching at one another, the sands taking the constant beating, feeling at one with all of them at once. "Why, why,…

I have always enjoyed the reality that my journal pages are my best and most accepting audience…..my best date on a Saturday night…my only truly accepting companion. My journals have been my constant companion for years, and I can never…

“Why do I tell you? Well, why does anyone tell anyone anything? “ “I hate when you say that— “Say what? – something like why does anyone and so on. You seem to answer the question without answering it.” “You’re…

Why do I tell you? you won't understand. Why do I tell you? you will blame me. Why do I tell you? you will tell everyone, with me cast as the sad, pathetic, worthless victim, needing your wisdom and light.…

Nicole needed a sounding board for her lie. Emma, this girl she picked up might not be the best candidate. Hell, she wasn't even smart enough to know how dangerous hitchhiking was. But she gave it a go. "I'm going…

History truly is written by the winners, isn't it? And so, the complexities of history and of the deeply flawed nature of human beings creating that history - or should i say histories?- are laid as bare as they are…

Hi Jackie! I have Evvy today so instead of writing to prompt I am doing the first edit to my story. Story takes place in the near future under a dystopian dictatorship (is there any other kind?) THis is the…

You had thought, at the time, that these were the darkest days. That the ominous Cassandra-calls of those that were wary of dystopias and facism and dictators and autocrats were no longer echoing in far-off corners but pronouncing themselves as…