In the Pale Moonlight
They were quiet this time. As they walked. They whispered to each other, had some hushed conversations, but they were careful to stay in the shadows. Out of the pale moonlight. Though, every few steps, one of them would step into it. By accident. Or...
Our Waltzing Days
Outside, the inky dusk came upon the world, casting heavy, nearly-dark shadows. Making the stars to blink on, one by one. Like flames from afar, casting a huddled silence. And the songbirds, those 'feathered folk,' all nested, sight unseen, in the...
The Anchor Holds
He was in the attic, sifting through things. Almost obsessively. Almost compulsively. Things in boxes, mainly. Or in black, glossy trash bags. Mostly older things, but ... not all of them. Not everything was dust-covered, or had spider-webs on it. ...
Scurrying in Place
The trees ... sway, sway ... ... leaning this way. And over there. Birds. Over there. Under clouds. In branches. Wavy, hazy, warm. "Yellow," Field whispered, shaking his head. "Yell ... oh ... warbler. Ler." A swallow. A closing of...
Under the Gun
The flash lit the room. And even the dust bunnies hid (behind the broom in the corner). Field froze. Standing in the middle of it all. Heart going hammer-hammer. Eyes darting ... from the window to the bed. From the window (which gave a non-view...
Trevor Story 2
"You're an asshole you know that?" But even as the words left Trevor's mouth he couldn't help but smirk as Logan proceeded to tower over him, flexing triumphantly all the while. "Maybe you should lift more often. Then you'd be swole like me and ass...
Trevor Story 1
The inventor of peanut butter was both a god and the devil in one convenient package. Because yes, peanut butter is delicious and irresistible but on the other hand it was that exact same irresistibility that resulted in Trevor's current...