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Bright lights! Smoke! An alarm of some foreign machination bleated high, then low. Warning sign flashed on, then off. Restraints held tight to chest ..
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In my hospital gown, laying in my hospital bed, accompanied only by my own thoughts, I cried. The truest tears of my life. Plucked away from a life I..
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I dreamed I was in a large group of people walking along a mountain pass road. Across the deep valleys were mountain ranges containing large blue/whi..
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Paul stood at the tall array of windows staring at the street. The rain splashed off cars and trucks, found its way to the curbs and created streams ..
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I live my life now, many years transported into the future. My hair has slowly grayed, a side effect from travel so far from my own time. I find myse..
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Dear Diary, I know, I know. I haven't been writing enough. I keep meaning to but there's so much going on and I just keep making excuses to ignore you..
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Love is a virus.
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When I wasyoung I was on vacation with my sister in Spokane. We were at my parents' friends' farm. A large one with fields of hay, a forest and even ..
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I followed the sound again last night. I got farther than ever before. I was so far from home I thought I might not make it back by morning. I saw al..
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