Tag Archives: Mainstream

Word Count: 373 The dinner was just a disguise with tables and chairs as the props, the restaurant a stage where we dressed up and made small talk and pretended to still love one another. The waiters were bit players … Continue reading →

Word Count: 316 When was the last time I saw her? It had to be the week that she left. Just a few days before she boarded the plane that took her away forever. I was stubborn, I know, and … Continue reading →

Word Count: 313 A single shot jumps the crowd and we all turn to look at the now bloody pulp of our former leader. He is slumped, no longer begging, no longer lying. I step back, look around. A young … Continue reading →

Word Count: 361 If you look carefully, you can see the tip of his cigarette glow when he inhales. Probably got a live-in girlfriend. Same thing as a wife these days. It lights his face just enough to show that … Continue reading →

Word Count: 186 His knuckles were big purple grapes that matched the trail like spilled drops of wine on her breast. It was learned behavior on both his part and hers. Both came from families where wives and children were … Continue reading →

Word Count: 397 It’s taking three hours to get there, constantly upsetting the GPS lady who knew of a dozen different ways. I took her along in case I got lost on the way, but mainly just for some company … Continue reading →

Word Count: 348 I knew everything there was to know about Sandy McDonnell. We were best friends after all. Then she dumped me for a new girl that’d transferred from Middleton High and that’s about when her secrets started to … Continue reading →

Word Count: 365 She balled up the day like a lunch bag after she’d eaten. It hung on her tongue with the bitter tang of meat gone bad. She was still hungry, the hollow of her stomach grumbling and sore, … Continue reading →

Word Count: 539 Ryan’s dad was coming home from Afghanistan. His mom said that he was a hero. Ryan was five when he left; he was almost seven now. He’d written “I love you!” a hundred times in different colored … Continue reading →

Word Count: 446 He asks what I want for my birthday. With my best Miss Universe smile I say, “World peace.” I’m sorry; I can’t always be ready with the right answer. He is the love of my life. I … Continue reading →