He never lost his sense of humor. It just became considerably darker they say. “When life gives you lemons, kill yourself” he grunts in disbelief whenever the little boys complain about some menial problem. Once when I was little I scraped my knee and asked him for a Band-Aid. He knocked me over the back of my head and said “when I was young I used to hurt for a living. … More Grandpa Jim
Just another spine under the steel wheels of the city transit. Just another part of everyday life in the concrete jungle. Man has become pray, hunted by the damn will of glass giants. … More Murder Me
Maybe she should just do it. You know? Maybe she should. She could. She knew she could. It might be just that easy. Maybe afterward she would be thinking how easy it was? The train howls as it swooshes through the city. A big guy is sleeping next to her. He does not look like much. Somehow she bewildered herself onto the idea of waking him up to ask for advice. But maybe she just wants an excuse to do what she wants to do. … More Independent
Elisabeth put the cup down on the table for the third time without taking a sip. Sara took a sip for the fourth time without putting the cup down. And they both kept their eyes on the apple tree in the garden. Not losing it out of sight. Not if even for a second. … More The Old lady and the Apple Tree.
Few things in this world can be as sturdy as habit. It is habit more so than mortar that has founded civilizations through history. It has cemented empires and crumbled nations, and Benchman Johnson knew this better than anyone … More Benchman Johnson
“It’s beautiful” “isn’t it?” neither of them had ever been up here before. “Is that your house?” “Yea! The white one by the end of the road” “wow. The view is amazing” “I come up here all the time” he brushed off some dust from the railing watching it disperse out into the air. “Look … More Birds on a Branch
Their moans and grunts slowly emerged out of the silence as their silhouettes started taking shape against the snow at their feet distinguishing themselves from the dark forest of which they came. … More Terror
it was a way of defining herself. The girl that reads books. I like books. I like books. I like reading. I like writing. I like literature and I like words. But she was left to taste those words and though they still rolled off her tongue with ease it felt more like a habit to say so. Rather than a passionate admission of interest. … More We Need to talk.