Fiction

  • Abduction


      I wake up early at 5:00 A.M. it's still dark out. Full of excitement I say, "Today is Saturday and I can watch my cartoons!" I run downstairs and turn on the TV and make sure the volume is low so I don't wake up the rest of the house.
  • My journal

    If I could keep one thing, it would be the journal my Great Grampa kept in the war. It's an old withered book, barely hanging together at the seams.
  • the girl

    it was cold as the wind blew. it's bitter touch stinging her cheeks. it's breath uninvited  kissing her skin. She shiverd as she walked unaware of the direction she was going. Her small feet daintily dancing across the pavement.
  • The Farmer and His Children

    Once upon a time, by a small cottage in a meadow, filled with summer flowers and corn, children played. Their names were “Jack and Sally”. Their father, Greg, was a farmer and built their cottage from the trees in the nearby forest long ago.
  • A Sunny Winter

         It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts. Her bulky swear fell over the skirt in a perfect wave and her bangs covered most of her eyes, although the rest was only shoulder length.
  • Tiny Lights


    The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin framed our faces in pale yellow light. We stood there. Not a word was spoken. The crickets played their notorious song in harmony with the loons to fill the silence.