Of Folly and Fault
I lifted my trunk, letting a jet of water free and trumpeting in pleasure as it pattered and pittered amongst the murky water. “Coco!” Mother yelled angrily. “Have I not…
A Writer's Journey
I lifted my trunk, letting a jet of water free and trumpeting in pleasure as it pattered and pittered amongst the murky water. “Coco!” Mother yelled angrily. “Have I not…
“… incoming.” Paul barely made out the words over the thack… thack-ing of his ball against the concrete walls. He peered out the dusty common room window and saw Wayne…
I glanced discretely at my companions and judged them none-the-wiser, so—with grandiose bravado and poise—I unbuckled my lantern from belt and unshuttered it. As the golden hue chased away the…
I have recently been taking part in a writing tournament in an online community of over 70,000 writers. Competitors started in a group of 32 and, after two rounds of…
“Action is to you.” The words cut through the constant slosh-slosh of the paddle wheels and several sets of eyes turn to you. A waft of smoke burns your lungs…
I lowered the binoculars. A sip of coffee did nothing to wash down the taste of my failed past, nor did it dissolve the knuckle-like mass growing in my stomach.…