Today is the day. The sun is shining. The snow melting. The sky is clear. The dark clouds are dissipating. Her heart is filled with bright hope. The type of blinding hope that pulls on the toughest heart strings, one chord after another. She is convincing. She puts her heart into the performance. Look at… Read More »
He smiled, hearing the crunch of snow beneath his feet. Crunch. Crunch. The fresh snow cut a middle aged man half. A shiver waved through his spin. Teenage electricity switched on. Her icy blue eyes tattooed in his. He was cold, red, hard, then numb and pale. She was his frostbite. He has developed weatherproof… Read More »
Dear readers, December is here. Promptly, the first snow of the year visited. There is a dead silence in the air. “Flurry” prompted my brain. Then “white”. With my morning coffee in hand, I smiled, staring at the snow. I read somewhere, the physical act of smiling makes your brain produce happy chemicals. Smile. I… Read More »
Elliot. Elliot who? It took Claire three minutes to recall her husband’s name. Elliot combed her hair silently while Claire sang a Danish lullaby. Claire has lost a significant amount of her memory and her doctor didn’t provide a promising prognosis. Elliot looked at her beautiful wife while she slept. It is difficult to say… Read More »
A good captain does not abandon his own ship, ever. Unless, he is having a baby in two weeks. Our good captain, Craig, is having a girl. This is his first child. Craig is lucky to have found the love of his life early in high school. The minute Karen walked towards Craig, everything was… Read More »
One late summer morning around 10am, one pair of new lovers lay next to each other, half awake. She climbed onto his chest, listening to his heart beat. His fingers carelessly ran through her hair. Amid the silent rhythm of the two breathing, the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat, the convergence of body… Read More »
Rachel is on probation. The first day she got back home, her mom cried in the shower. Her sweet Rachel looked like a dried tomato. Then again, she felt grateful that Rachel is home. Sweet Rachel set one of the university’s libraries on fire two years ago. She was 19 then. I wish I could… Read More »
