I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain...
The sky’s blue-gray – opaque and oppressive. The clouds can’t even seem to stand up to it, because they’re ghostly – unreal – their dark bottoms devoured by that steely background. Heh. Have to remember that. Sounds like a good opening for a story. I’ve g...
I can feel it on my skin, the tantalizing, life-giving heat from the sun above me. My skin dries, burns, blisters, reflecting my mind much more than seldom-spoken words or actions could ever hope to achieve. I watch the red peel, revealing darkened skin b...
Every day in the summer People flock to The swimming hole To hang out with family And friends. All of the kids Populate the area And have fun. Jumping off the tire swing And diving into the pond Laughing and telling jokes Until one day A kid got hurt And...
This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Puddin...
To the moon I said for our summer recess if for no other reason than to feel weightlessness We'll jump over a crater and grab some moon rocks as souvenirs. But, said the boss the cost is high the risk is great and the temperature is oh so low at night Why...
Summer holidays aren't what they used to be. Everyone's into my baby brother now, which is fine, but it means I've got to look after my little sister. "Take Louise for a swim son." She can't swim. She's only six. She just paddles and cries if too much wat...
Riverside hills, warm summer night Your hand extended, a simple invite To where you lead, I will follow Many lights, loud noise, laughter This place is alive with music Colors blaze across the sky Animals adorn the corners Of the makeshift booths Two tick...
It takes a while to wake up. Consciousness has to wade through swirling fudge before it arrives for duty, as do new thoughts and last night's recollections. My bloodless legs have been elevated, for some hours, at an acute angle against the opposite wall...
The sun has setHumidity has notPeople gatheredOn their porchesListening to music.Couples enjoying the nightKnowing summer's comingTo a close.A cool breeze comes through Bringing down the humidity.People go back into Their air-conditioned homesFor game nig...
The hot sunWarms my skinSky-blue heavens,Not a cloud in sight.Birds chirping awayIn their bird languageChildren chasing The ice cream truckFamilies gathered togetherFor a cookout in the parkBeach goers swimming inThe rivers, lakes and Swimming holes.As fo...
People often pass through our lives,And so many have come my way,Some stay for a lifetime,Others just for a day.Yet others last just for a season,And then they must move on,The one that touched my heart,Has now come and gone.Though I knew you had to leave...
I spread out my mother's dust-filled, leather-bound, two ton photo album on my lap. It was still a fading blue color even after all these years. The front cover had a gold engraved inscription; "Friends Forever." in cursive writing that shimmered and refl...