She ended the email with "Nothing else is important.I just don't want to lose you,either.I've realised that yesterday.".And as soon as she sent it she felt that touch of regret.

As I drove across the border in my truck I secretly was snuggling soft animal toys. If I was caught with my teddy bear, stuffed pony and soft squeaky rabbit toys

My sister told me it was huge in England; that I'd never seen a silly hat like that meant I knew nothing. I told her

You awaken on the banks of a cactus-lined river of acid. You wonder aloud at the sexy tickle in your lower pendiculum. Safron (had you dreamed her?) had warned you sternly not to

As I hopped across the creek, I noticed a strange metal hatch in the ground. I cautiously approached it, and

It was a cold dark night when mrs. bobo tried to kill herself

In retrospect, telling a child to look after something so private probably was a mistake. It would be like asking a fox to look after a chicken coop. Almost immediately I decided

I have never begun a story with more misgiving. All of this happened, more or less. It began the winter of 1966. I began what I thought was a great adventure. It's almost as if

Sophie raised her arms and waved, blowing kisses at the audience. She cocked her hip and skated on one leg, the other bent, and vamped for the crowd. Her pigtails fluttered on her

In that climate, treachery swam between thick breaths in whispers. The bar would have been god forsaken, if such a god existed. As it was, only pulse rifles and batpacks commanded

There are few ways to leave your mark long after you are dead. You can be a conqueror, a great philosopher, or you can write something for posterity. With these few words, I leave

It was a long way up, but Brad knew he'd get there eventually. "Just keep looking ahead," he said to himself as he carefully adjusted his

A man is whatever room he's in.

The geography of the area was working against the road builders of the 19th and 20th centuries, who were hellbent on draining the swamps to expose the rich black mucky

The soup was good. Great in fact. The croutons in the center mixed with the heavy cream that pooled beneath it & swirled lusciously within. Maybe his favorite soup ever. "Terrible"

Why does my hair smell like vomit?

This is the beginning...

Sepia toned, haunting lullabies poured forth from a steely guitar while the brassy voice of the singer stirred us.

She shivered, rubbing her hands together. The snow was falling rapidly, and soon she would have to find a new home. Unconsciously fingering the necklace around her neck, she sighed

She handed me a slice of pizza and said, "This means we're going steady now."