Tag Archives: 100 Days 2012

Word Count:  426 I sat there reading the words I typed the previous night. Another late evening into dawn weaving stories of people I don’t even know, maybe have passed for an instant on the street. Or buying fat German … Continue reading →

Word Count:  397 He lays awake in the dark room thinking, thinking about you. Wondering if your eyes will swim with terror before they open black and wide in a dead stare. If your scream will be instantaneous with the … Continue reading →

Word Count:  388 She felt she gave plenty of warning. When she painted her lips flaming red it was a good sign that that day, someone would die. A middle-aged man in a vague gray wrinkled suit like her father. … Continue reading →

Word Count:  476 His whole day would’ve gone down differently if Marilee Prance hadn’t smiled at him in the hall. If he hadn’t woke up with the feeling that nothing mattered much anymore. If that hadn’t given him the courage … Continue reading →

Word Count:  524 He spoke in grumbling growls and grunts with an occasional purring sound that he made when he was eating or falling asleep. Indeed, it was clear we had to learn his language first before we could hope … Continue reading →

Word Count:  311 The firstborn and second were spared as they were wanted and loved and the times were easy and good. The third child was sliced up for sandwiches. A few of the children were stuffed for Thanksgiving while … Continue reading →

Word Count:  370 I no longer can bend from my waist to pick a dropped spoon off the floor. My feet are swollen into sandals. My boobs for the first time form into cleavage but even the most lascivious of … Continue reading →

Word Count:  526 She knew it was three turns to the left, one to the right, two to the left and the vault should have clicked and swung open. She kept trying that over and over until she grew confused … Continue reading →

Word Count:  385 I didn’t think I would change my mind and I didn’t, even after the diagnosis that gave me three months at the most. Now that I’m closer to the end of it all I want more. I … Continue reading →

Word Count:  179 It was hard, oh so hard, to watch her children go to bed hungry. Every night, waiting, hoping that she could provide them with a meal that could fill their bellies for once. That they could sleep … Continue reading →