Side by side, we sat on the old park bench. The late spring air hung heavy around us like a priest’s confessional. Unspoken words buzzed and danced about our heads with all the welcome of a mosquito swarm. I think we both hoped if we ignored the words long enough, they would disappear. I sat… Continue reading Sweet Confessions
Category: Fiction
Fiction is a type of written prose that deals with imaginary and made up events, places, and characters. The information contained within is not presented as truth, though some elements of the prose may include real events, locations, concepts, etc.
Lost and Found
Note to self; this is why you never go camping, hiking, backpacking, or anything else that could be classified under “outdoorsy”. You are a city boy. Accept it and move on. Go, my therapist said. Give yourself some time away from all the demands and chaos surrounding you. Give yourself space to think. A space… Continue reading Lost and Found
Winter’s Dragon
Some days are just plain harder than others. I always thought I knew that. All books warn about it. Everyone and their brother and sister and obscure relatives swear by it. But nothing ever prepares you for the actual living of it. Nothing. The weather had been turning colder and colder still over the last… Continue reading Winter’s Dragon
A Bottle of Wine
“Screw you, too!” I screamed to the slamming front door. Even knowing he wouldn’t hear me, I couldn’t help but add a resounding, “Bastard!”, punctuated by the throwing of a coaster. It hit the wall with a dull thud, causing a picture to fall and crack sharply on the hardwood floor. “Gahhh!” My hands clenched,… Continue reading A Bottle of Wine
Seductive Affair
Elizabeth Doreen Esquiren, Chair of the Great Tea Initiative, stood in front a large metal door with no handle in a nameless back alley and wondered how she ever managed to find herself here. She pressed her lips together, suppressing a sigh. Her head slightly shook from side to side, still in denial. This could… Continue reading Seductive Affair
House Call
“Taxi!” One of the many benefits of living in New York is that there is always, and I mean always, a taxi ready to go. Less than a minute later, even in the dead of night, a yellow and black wrapped car eased out of the river of endless traffic and glided gently to a… Continue reading House Call
Gods May Die
My human came home today. He had been gone for so long. He left me at his parent’s den and told me to wait for him. He told me to watch over them and keep them safe. I did what he asked, faithful in my charge, waiting for the day when he would come back… Continue reading Gods May Die