PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me about the Tao Te Ching then pulling his final act of wizardry
She sat upon the verdant hilltop, grass beneath bare feet, chores forgotten. She had come to gather firesticks and water. Instead, she gazed at the ripples on the water
“T-minus ten seconds.” They say that, moments before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at the office. Since…
You know those horror stories that start out with a line something like 'it was a dark and stormy night'? This isn't one of those.
No one believes in witches anymore, I thought as I drove to pick up my witch costume for Halloween. The realities of life are much more frightening. That's when I saw her.
That day when we first kissed was a rainy Tuesday. We met for an innocent coffee while dark clouds built over the city. We talked about everything,
It was the red that drew my eye as soon as I came through the door. I quickly looked away and walked past to a vacant table.
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Blood. Sticky, shiny, wet. Brazen red. I blink and the desperation rises in my chest. I cannot clear the bold scarlet puddle from my eyes, it proceeds like a relentless festering floodwater.
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At first she felt free, after her husband cheated. Oddly, Vivian found herself walking through a local park in the July heat without a bra on. She simply didn’t give a damn about attire now with her stringy hair and puffy eyes. Above her in the branches of a thick oak tree, she spotted a vibrant red cardinal.
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The coarse rope scratched against his cheekbones as the noose was forced over his head. It sat heavy on his shoulders like a threat, pressing against the bobbing adam?s apple that danced with fear.
Nine-oh-eight Glenview Road was the best part of carrying the mail. Ten blocks into my suburban trek, there she'd be, stretched out on a neon towel, sweet and slick as a glazed