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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts

The door flew open and they found themselves staring down the barrel of an MG-42 machine gun!

Athens. June 15 th , 1941   The sun was high in the sky, and the air that rushed around the open sides of the ambulance's hinged windscreen was warm. Katarina steadied herself by holding on to the wooden arm of the stretcher. It had been placed in the purpose-built rack in the rear section of the bus conversion where there was provision for four stretchers with casualties. In...Read On


Happiness Happens

The sister of the girl you loved loved you, so the girl you loved wouldn't love you.

  about 1600 words     James   Happiness Happens by James Foley   Martin Trent remembered crashing that Iraqi stone farmhouse—past midnight, March 2016. Inside, tapestries draped those stone walls. Four men: two at a table and two on a beat-up green sofa. Rifles? Low-voiced preparations for rocket-grenade strikes against Government forces? Like that? No, it shouldn’t have been...Read On


A Christmas Tale For Childs

These were the last days of 1899. A girl was leaning against the wall, tired. The snow was covering his scarce clothes, and his little trembling hand stretched asking for an alms. A horse carriage stopped in front of her. The coachman hurried to open the door, and an old man, with some difficulty, descended from the carriage. “Hello, little girl.” “Sir...” “I am coming to get you.” “Why?”...Read On

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Christmas Story

As the fallen leaves swirl in the street and a northern wind blows tis the season. Once again it's the season of "brotherly love." Santa helpers ringing their bells and wishing one and all a Merry Christmas. The local children pressing hopeful faces at the Olde Toy Shoppe, watching the displays knowing only good thoughts and deeds. Parents hustling about loaded with packages their thoughts of...Read On


Ever Since New York

I've been trying to write, but it's like the phrases that once flowed from my fingertips like molten gold have crystallized into ice. I've been trying to write, but it's like I'm the pyramids and finally, Egypt has become my succubus, who I submit to with all the willingness of a victim who loves her torture. I've been trying to write, but it's as if words are music and my vocal cords are...Read On


Serendipity: Chapter Two ~ One Espresso

Tris becomes suspicious when Landon shows up at Delta Coffee.

I blink twice in quick succession. Then once more to make sure I'm definitely not hallucinating. "I take it you know him, Ems?" Tris glances at me, then at Landon. "...yeah." "I'll leave you two to it," Tris winks, clearly hoping to wind me up. He does just that, pulling me back into an awkward but clear train of thought. "Jeez, Tris, it's nothing worth winking about, oh my god–" I slap...Read On



Listen to the wind

They came from the east, two young lovers on their journey. First by train, then by steamboat. Standing on the bank of the Mighty Mo with the sun to their backs, they set off. In his left pocket, a letter and deed for 50 acres in Kansas. First generation to conquer the prairie. Much work and trials lay ahead. Build a home out of rolling prairie grass. A place of theirs, a place to put...Read On


MORE Alternatives to NaNoWriMo: Super Procrastinator Edition

6 suggestions for the final stretch of National Novel Writing Month (or early ideas for next year)

  1. NaIgnoNaNoWriMo: Just ignore all the NaNoWriMo hoopla and hype. Pretend you didn’t read this or anything else about the writing frenzy that occurs every November. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s almost impossible to ignore NaNoWriMo anymore. But you can say you did. I promise not to tell anyone otherwise. 2. NaNanoWriMo: In the short time remaining, craft some kick-ass nano fiction....Read On


Serendipity: Chapter One ~ Landon's Project

Emma meets an interesting character on her first day at her new school.

"You're seventeen years old. You've hardly had the time to become an expert detective," I say, rolling my eyes. I always seem to find myself being a lot more confident when meeting attractive people. Maybe I just like to make a good first impression. "For your information, I turned eighteen last week," Landon scowls mockingly at me. "And I wouldn't make any assumptions about me. You might...Read On


The Ring

I'd never been able to go down to the basement alone. I was afraid of it. I had just turned nine years old when, on a cold, rainy and sad winter morning, I was awakened by strange noises coming from the basement. I was home alone. From bed, I concentrated as hard as I could on identifying them. I've never heard anything like it. Then, over the years, I could try to describe them as if...Read On


A Tale Of Two Brothers

Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self-belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that losers too appear to be born that way, even if they are...Read On


Zander's Encounter

Zander trips out.

  A white ball streaked across green felt and snapped into a triangle of colorful balls. The formation exploded, and the balls thumped off rails, clicked off one another, came to rolling stops. Two stripes fell into pockets. Billy Miller removed a greasy baseball cap, ran a hand through greasy hair, returned the cap to his head, and said: “I hate you.” Stephen Zander smiled and chalked...Read On


Tree of Life

It's just a walk through the woods

She trips over the tree root. She hasn't been looking down, but up into the treetops. Now she is on the ground with a twisted ankle. It's a mulberry tree, Moira knows that. It's filled with purple and red fruits, some covering the ground. The palms of her hands are dyed with the stain of the berries. So is her linen dress with the half sleeves and the calf length skirt.  She winces slightly...Read On


Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 15

“...and please, Lord,” she pleaded, “Don't keep us apart forever."

Tripoli. June 10 th, 1941   Maria emerged from sleep to find the sun shining through her window. At first, just for a moment, she wasn't sure of what day it was, but when she rolled over onto her back, she took a sharp intake of breath as the pain of even the slightest movement shot through her. And then she remembered. It was bearable, but as she resumed the effort of...Read On


Lady in red

THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESS I saw her face, a crowded place. I have reached the point in my life where I have to start my journey. Time to stop ‘trying to’ live life and live it for once. With my vision blurred and a problematic iris, I found myself in the middle of my mid-life crisis and realised I had been living life the wrong way. I was on a wrong journey, one that was asymmetric...Read On


The world I know

you dont need to be in the spot light to change the world




Among the millions of raindrops of that day, a drop of blood crashed into the ground. And then came others and others, until dyeing the wet and defenceless sand with crimson red. Millions of frightened eyes gazed at the scene, helpless. Drops of rain and hot blood, fighting between them to conquer space and time. Bullfighter's and bull's blood, together, like sisters. Death in the plaza...Read On


Adventures In Ventorros. Part 2

The Reece and Giorgia Adventures

  As Sue turns off the headlights of her car, Reece and Giorgia turn on their flashlights. "OH, MY COD!" they yell. Kiera cringes as she gets her first clear view of her uncle courtesy of the kid's torches. His eyebrows are platted down to his shoulders and tied off with pink bows. "Nice bows, Uncle Phill!" she says cheekily, and he glares at Sue mumbling about blue, and it is all her...Read On


Adventures In Ventorros. Part 1

The Reece and Giorgia Adventures

"RUUUUUUUUNNNNN, GIORGIA!" Reece yells at the top of his voice as a giant foot descends upon his sister and Sprite the black cat clinging to her for dear life, at least, he thinks it is Sprite, according to Giorgia every cat so far has been her. It is all very confusing. Giorgia looks up, as the shadow of a giant foot blocks out the sun, she could barely see. Her heart pounding, she hears...Read On


Blissful Distractions

Perception is the key to happiness.

The damp discolored leaves pile themselves onto the earth below their previous home. Unable to handle the torture bestowed upon them. The cold kills the weak. The last of the rain throws itself onto the pavement, building in size. It plans to overwhelm the planet, foiled by the various drains placed throughout the street. The devastating battle is masked by the ignorance of the human...Read On


I Already Know You Have Died

I already know you have died I know you have died because you visited my dreams tonight. Because you told me so yourself. You also told me you're okay. I already know that you are well because that change of state is very familiar to me, since, I don't know how I have developed the ability not to forget my previous existences. The truly miraculous thing is that we are eternal, and...Read On


Trying to be cool.

Now despite being divorced from my first wife I stayed in contact with her and her daughters.I even offered to assist in keeping them off of each other's throats during the Summer vacation from school. So every week on one of my off days I would pick one of the two girls up and take them for a long motorcycle ride and lunch.  Both girls loved my Harley and loved to ride. I would show...Read On


Adventures with an autistic boy

I got told off at work the other day. Not uncommon, the children always have an answer for everything, and I am constantly getting attitude and sass, but I just sass them straight back. I am teaching the next generation to be sarcastic assholes. You're welcome, society. The particular boy who told me off, has no language skills. He is on the autistic spectrum and he has a specialist who...Read On


Cat Lover: That New Year's Scent?

New Years Eve but there's apparently something different about Mill?

New Years Eve is the well known evening of massive parties happening anywhere in the world. From a group of classmates, Mill had been invited out to a party in celebrating the coming new year. Jynx as her "designated sober buddy" kept watch over her well being the entire time. Mill was not much of a partier due to embarrassing herself by tripping over her own feet in previous occasions,...Read On



Theories about the clouds we breathe. It's a trailer of a novel I am still working on.

Bessie The Lake Monster Chapter 4     The GM workers continued fishing after what they just witnessed in the sky. The skies are now clear, only a few gulls and a few ducks passing by. The sun’s reflection on the calm, vast domain, rippled by the little invisible wind, and Jesse even gave a little present to Junior, that comes in a small package, “Happy Birthday kiddo,” he said. “Now...Read On


Within The Thoughts of Insanity

A devastating short story about a schizophrenic teenager going through high-school.

The rain seems so soft and friendly. Comforting; as if its entire meaning of existence is to engulf you like a child in a blanket. Simply reassuring you that everything will be alright. This road is beaten and brittle. The cracks quietly outline the years of torture that this road has witnessed. The withered leaves yawn as they try to cover up my mistakes, tired of knowing I won't listen....Read On



Theories about the clouds we breathe. It's a trailer of a novel I am still working on.

The Interview Chapter 3     It is Sunday. July 17, 1983. At the Sinbad Restaurant and Marina; Jacob and Junior are waiting for the rest of the guys at the side of Jesse’s boat. It is six in the morning time, and this is their second visit at the same place this week. Yesterday, Junior and his family dined in for his twentieth birthday, and it was just all five of them. The fifth one...Read On


Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 14

She knelt beside him and placed her fingers against his bloodied neck. She found a pulse!

Levan, Albania. June 10 th , 1941   It had been a strange day. Late in the afternoon she had been summoned to the dispatch office and given further orders. To her dismay, she was told that the invasion of Greece had been a success and the Aquilea had been diverted there to recover casualties. The war in North Africa was also going well, and under the guidance of...Read On



Theories about the clouds we breathe. It's a trailer of a novel I am still working on.

Lisa Chapter 2     Work is nothing but the ordinary; as the large lakes around the factories stay still, and while the black rivers flow to the streams, the road also breezes with cars that the plants assembled. The burning coals continue to fume clouds all over Michigan for another day, and Sacha just turned off the conveyer of where he supervises. The fifty-eight-year-old man...Read On