"He was tired of death; tired of trying to kill unknown men who kept trying to kill him."
It was another turbulent day in the summer of 68. Student protests raged from the Sorbonne to Berkeley. In the US, civil rights demonstrations and anti-war rallies were turning violent. Martin Luther King was dead; Bobby Kennedy would be soon....
"A Forced Marriage Leads Her Into Her Own Fate"
I spent the warm season hunting beaver along the shores of the great river. The hunt was good, but too many days had passed and each one was now shorter than the last. Cold winds were already blowing from the...
"Love can transcend all... even death!"
The faerie Tra' syl hurried to her favorite spot. She knew he would be there soon as he always travelled the same path through the woods at this time of day. Tra' syl hoped to catch a glimpse of him...
"The absense of you..."
A dark gloom lingers, In the place we called home. It hasn’t been the same since My heart was given back to me in pieces. I wander around, unsure what to do Without you; I am in pain. Emptiness is...
"A life full of memories keeps me going."
My name is Travis Malloy. I'm 29 years old and married to a truly wonderful woman named Rita. We met in college as freshmen and it was love at first sight, at least it was for me. Rita would probably...
"A battle-weary killer shares a ride with something even more deadly: a desperate woman."
'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No...
"They lived a happy life"
When he held her hand, She was a young girl. They walked and talked,And often he'd take her for a twirl. When she became a young woman,He got down on one knee. He asked her to stay and become his...
"Have you ever wondered if you could spend another moment with your first love even if they're dead?"
It was mid - January, the air below minus two, when I entered the park around ten to midnight after doing a busy nine hour shift at the convenience store. I pulled up the hood of my green puffa jacket...
"While torn from his beloved by war, a young soldier writes a premonitory song"
What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the...
"Meet the shadow lover in his domain"
Hands resting on a smooth balustrade, their pale colour contrasting nature, she was frozen. There was something wrong with her hands, something very wrong. They were …. They should be …. She could not catch that instinctive feeling, explain her...