I opened the door to find it there again. If sofa's could smirk, I'm sure this one would've. I set down my purse and the groceries and addressed the empty air: "Aunt Valetta!"
"Go! Go! my pet! Spread chaos and typhoons to Asia!" Cackling loudly, I released the butterfly.
I never expected my Craigslist ad to get so many responses - and certainly not from so many men with interesting names. Feldspauch Bercitis, Hronek Shrieves, Mousa Houchen - all
"Hi, my name is Jimbles Notronbo! I love to science and 80's hairstyles. Do you want to be my friend?" The little bird on the pavement did not respond. Jimbles was furious, "All I
I watch her as she draws, her eyebrows knitted in concentration, fingers curved carefully over the pencil as if it is a valuable tool in creating a rare delicacy. In
Everything that living things do can be understood in terms of the jiggling and wiggling of atoms. Christian focused the stage of his microscope. What were the animacules doing?
Once, there was a woman so blonde, even the sun envied her. He hair fell in long gold curls down her back. She had a small nose, red lips, bright eyes. She was perfect. Except...
The finger started moving on it's own accord. Why though? Why now? It dragged me across the room, pulling me out the door and on to the streets of London. It was a rainy afternoon
She slithered across the grainy ash tray leaving her drool and spit behind. Had she not picked up the cigarette that first time after her boyfriend ripped her dreams away she
I feel guilty because I have a conscience, but my conscience also says I did the right thing.