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With wilting growth and twisting hunger, dark golden glow of putrid earth and wasted sunlight, The emaciated wander along empty roads, every day another in hell, every moment a last gift. winds through skeletons and dark nights in the dusty snow, to much life for lack of lush, midnight romps th... - Fiction > Action-AdventureIt was a few hours after dark. I couldn’t say how many, time is one of those things that fades into nonexistence once no one is there to remember. We were sitting on the stoop of Paddy’s pub in Cambridge. Someone had told us we would get a hundred bucks each for jumping a couple of Italians from...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureThe dust had barely settled on the lone road, it clouded the noon light with its glimmer of red. The group of riders passed through town, without so much as a wayward glance at anyone or anything. There was no reason to stop, we had nothing. I watched my sister weave her lithe form through porches a...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureThe light blinded me, the red dust kicked up around our feet and choked us. There was the sound of a rifle, a few lone rounds fired into the chaos that was camp. I didn’t know what to do at first, my first thought was outlaws, but I remembered we were in America now, and that wasn’t supposed to ...
- Fiction > All FictionThe dust settled soon after the car passed. I watched it go, plummeting down the empty highway. The sun blazed over head and I coughed. It hadn’t been to long, I was only standing here for an hour or so. The only part of waiting here that I really didn’t like was the heat. I was from the city, S...
- Nonfiction > MemoirI felt the pop before I felt anything else, and then I felt the relief. It came in a few short bursts of warmth. My body tingled and my limbs were itchy, I felt the sun warm my soul as I rolled across the tar roof on top of my beach towel covered in flowers. My legs stood out against the black as tw...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureI was told to take my pick. They pointed a gun at my head and told me to choose wisely, because I would only get one chance. There was the man with the shifting hazel eyes. He looked everywhere except for me. His stony gaze settled on the man with the gun. His face was cut and bruised, mangled I ass...
- Nonfiction > MemoirThey came a little past midnight. It seemed like such an ordinary night before hand. I sat in the purple bean bag chair beside the TV, watching old Hawaii Five O reruns from the seventies with Darlene. We drank black tea and ate homemade sugar cookies from little terra cotta plates. Darlene smoked h...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceSome people ask me, what is it like to knife someone? It’s funny really. Everyone in my neighborhood carries around a blade of some sort. You see these tough kids with switch knives, sometimes even box cutters. And then a junior high girl with her brother’s pocketknife. I have a small switch bla...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceWe felt the train beneath us when we sat on the bridge. It was a nice feeling, the air rushing by and the loudest noise from the engine exploding against the sides of the tunnel. We had seen the lights at first, but it still hadn’t prepared us to the earth shaking feeling of being on top of a trai...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceThe light on the horizon is eerie. Some people like sunsets and sunrises, but I don’t. They mark the end, and they mark the beginning, and I hate those things. I like the middle where I can do whatever I want, and have no need to worry about making things meaningful. I think the most meaningful ti...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I remember you, I see the lonely wave, lost on it’s way to shore, and they ask us why, and I know why, That’s just the way we are. And we sit and we wonder why? I don’t know. I just know you, and that is enough. When the wind flows through our hair, and the sun tans our sk...
- Poetry > Free VerseA golden heart beats against my breast, ting, ting, ting I paint colors across the evening sky, I am the courage that makes birds fly, Life flowing through my ancient hands, Strong and green, young and bright, Waves crash against pink shores, as metallic scales dissapper into the surf, Pure...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe only look for tomorrow. Sharp sounds give us the time. Inside and outside all at once. Gray buildings give off long shadows. There is a small girl petting a large dog. Feeble greens burst through cracked pavement. The girl is sad. The girl only looks for tomorrow. Lights go on. Our eyes ...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureI don’t really know, I’m guessing I never will. Why I lashed out just now or why I ever did. I just know that I was in trouble as I leaned over the boy’s body. He was in a gang, everyone was at one point, and he was unlucky enough to be in my rival gang. They were run by Bill Conti, a hard nos...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureThe boy sat down with a faint smile on his face. What a bunch of hicks. So far he had passed through ten miles of corn fields and had seen enough horses and tractors for a lifetime. He ordered coffee because he wasn’t really hungry. In the corner of the room he was able to observe everyone else, b...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureAlthough my memory is now leaving me, I will still recall upon the days of my childhood. My name is Adrian Drew; I am a city kid, born July 2nd, 1951 into a family of working class New Yorkers. All through out the 50’s and 60’s, I would spend my summers in Lewistown, Montana. My parents would re...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe forest hadn’t yet awakened. The sun, nothing more then a half circle of pastel light, gave an eerie glow to the trees, lighting a child’s way. The earth yawned and a cool breeze rustled through leaves and grass. Very few animals were awake. The nocturnal coons and bats and wolves had just se...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceIt was midmorning, the sky was blue, the streets busy, and the air filled with the lovely smells from the bakery to my left. I sat on a park bench, reading a book, ignoring them manic movement around me. “Hey Lulu, what are ya readin?” The voice regrettably dragged me from my own world and when ...
