These are not words that I want to write In third grade I bullied a special ed kid named Lance Laprarie. He was high functioning enough that he was i..
Fingers found their way inside through the slight crack in the door. I was horrified when I realized what I must do. I could see the wedding band on ..
MORNING The last survivor of the ill-fated hiking trip emerged onto the wet highway just before dawn. Her eyes still locked in terror's grip as she l..
We drank from the common Cup and passed it on until all were aware. The small radio bleated thin music into the summer night. My hands felt warm and ..
Writers' Club assignment for the week was to use a different writing voice. I struggled with a few ideas but, in the end, decided to write in the voi..
The car rattled to life and we breathed a collective sigh of relief. Kay turned the radio to the emergency station but the sound that returned was ev..
The things we seeBut do not sayJust keep them in our mindAnd bury deepBeneath the earthFor therapists to findThey'll dig with shovelsDeep at firstCarv..
There are five people in the car and only four seatbelts. An argument occurs over their usage. Another over the decision to drive at all. In the end ..
Tuesday October 31st. 2017 I know now that what I am seeing is not real. It can't be real. Weeks of sleeplessness have fogged reality and I am seeing ..