Bob Callaci: The songs of creation shall be sung, not spoken, and will last forever and Eternity- It arises from the nothingness that the
Anniversary Colin Topley Daisy pulled shut the front door of her neat little bungalow and walked down the gravel path to the road. As
Leave by Darren White Tear this cage away from me, Take my hand and save me. I am locked inside of me, There is
by Scott I’m forty-two years old and should know better. Correction: I do know better. I’ve been married eleven years and have a beautiful
by Cindy Adame The cold no longer touched her even when he did she’d moved beyond his ego straight into her id. Buried under
One morning I woke up to find I was dead all alone in my home still and stiff in my bed. How curious to
Dad’s Widow By Cindy Adame She wears an old, comfortable robe belted tightly about her, lest a peek-a-boo of joy slips through, titillates an
by Terry Durbin “She always said this place smells of ginger,” the man in the corner booth said as the waitress set a glass
by Susan Coleman His father had given him the compass before he left on his business trip, but Daniel had no idea how to use
The Secret Of Mildred by Laura E. Grey I am sat in the kitchen waiting for Kevin to come; he’s never late. All I
