When they left, no one spoke. My dad clutched his coffee cup with both hands and stared into the fire. Glenn's gazed in the direction where the three Indians had disappeared, then, shaking his head, looked down at the ground, mulling over what had happene...
Dad sat in the front seat of Glenn’s green and white VW bus, and I sat in the back with Alice and Tammy. We had all of our sleeping bags and backpacks in the rear but no tents. Glen thought we would be able to sleep in the barn, or maybe the house, and sa...
It had stopped raining, but the dark, wet streets sparkled from the streetlights. We drove for a few blocks before anyone said anything. Alice turned to look at me in the backseat as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated. Her eyes told me she was...
It was a rainy Thursday. School was a drag, and I went through the motions of being a student--going to the different classes, sitting in the back row where I always sat, usually by the window, so I could see the trees and watch the birds scampering on th...
In the kitchen, my dad put the book down on the old maple table, filled up the red kettle with water and turned on the flame. "You and Alice were so quiet in the car. Is something wrong?""Not really," I answered. "Not really? That means there is, but you...
It's amazing how something happens that changes your life. I mean, you hear something, see something, read something and you know nothing will ever be the same. That's what happened the night I finished reading the final book of the Atlantis Trilogy by Ar...
Chapter Twenty-five: Dark Truths It was four days since the Reapers tournament and Ethan had yet to go see his dad. He spent all that time just wandering around earth aimlessly. Finally he grew bored of that and decided to return to the mansion. Ethan wen...
A desolate land with its rivers of sand that would burn ‘neath Arabian sun was the crown for a jewel that was needed for fuel – made the cars and the factories run. But the tribes didn’t brood for the oceans of crude that would lie in the pockets below –...
Discovery Back in my youth, while pursuing the truth – I enrolled in a program designed to remove life’s mystique through a formal critique of the body, the soul and the mind. Attendees would dwell at a local hotel, in a function of fifty or more comprise...
“You don’t have to come,” she mumbled through the phone. I heard a sniff, a cough, and then an apology of some sort. “I’m fine, really.” Hardly convincing, I thought, as I grabbed keys and locked the door behind me, mentally unprepared for the task ahead....
Talk to me, You'll get to know me, You'd never know, That what I'm about to say, is true. "Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them, so I try and forget it any way I can." Neil Young. I believe in... ...love ...happiness ...realization ...uniqueness ...hel...
Steam rose from the paper cup sitting on the low table by Derek’s knees. He watched the coffee scented mist swirl into the air while people bustled around him; chatting, laughing, eating. He could hardly sit still for the excitement of seeing her after so...
There are all of these thoughts inside my head They are bouncing around and need to be said I know not why they keep haunting me But they labour relentlessly until I see The thoughts sometimes real sometimes bizarre They seem to come then go and eventuall...
A One Act Play in Five Scenes.Persons of the Play May Matron Koch Sister Agatha Dr Merriwether Mr. Green Miss White Mrs. Brown ChristianTime : Late summer 1973 Place: Outback South Australia“A hero who forgives is much more touching than one who avenges...
