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don't hurt me
The child. Huddled in the corner under a rag that's supposed to be a blanket, looking up with crazed eyes. I try to see the innocence that might remain, but there is none. It's been pushed out of every corner of that soul by the fear. The words... "Don't(more)
headphones
I don't want to be here right now. The sound of my own thoughts clanging around in my head is overpowering. The sounds outside of my head are even worse: the yells, the sirens. I grap my iPod from my pocket and untangle the cords of my headphones and(more)
in shadow
The mountains stood at the southernmost border of the country. They were not friendly mountains, as the ones that passed through other lands. They were dark mountains, with dark secrets hidden deep within.
The mind-hunters live in those mountains. In caves and caverns deep below the surface, they mak(more)
yesterday's
Do you remember the sunshine? How we laughed and played in the tall grass? Today, the sun may not be shining. The grass may be yellow and dead on the ground. The sound of our laughter may be muted, and our frolics may be a little slower. Should we(more)
miscreant
The slim, middle-aged man stood tall next to the accident, even as the sirens bore down on him. Even with a ripped suit, crumpled tie, messy hair, and a few scratches on his face, he still managed to look quite the gentleman.
The police officers slammed him against th(more)
postcard from
A picture's worth a thousand words, they say.
I never knew whether to believe them
or not.
Writers versus photographers.
I always wondered
Why not use both? (more)
curtain call
The line at a funeral winds around the coffin
Dirges and laments ring through the air

It's as if life is a play.
Some parts pieced together
by the one who lies there now. (more)
funeral | play
time capsule
I crept slowly up the stairs to the attic. I loved poking around in that part of the house when I was young. It was a place where ancient things resided, and was full of mystery.
On that day, I decided to go into an unexplored corner of the(more)
nobody has
Words are for all. Free to use by anybody.
Common ground.
I'm not alone in the hunt for words to use
The moment when you grasp for that picture
made up of letters,
And (more)
tell the story
Sometimes it's hard, you know? To say what happened over there. They want me to talk about it, they want me to say what I saw. I'm sorry, I can't. It's too hard to relive it, to go back over there in a single thought. And I would. It(more)
war | story