Flights of Fiction

Hello

She never knew what hit her. It was like a moth to a flame. The tinted glass, the rough exterior, the glistening enamel. And there were those baby blues. Who could resist such poetry?

Her mind reeled. She was too scared to think, to feel, to act. Her hands shook. She blinked, wondering if…

Dreams & Memories

Aaron dropped his jacket on the floor, his hand suddenly limp with exhaustion. He slumped on his narrow twin-size bed, which he bought because any other size wouldn’t fit in his closet of an apartment. He bought his rose patterned bed clothes because they were on sale at the local Ross. An empty…

Metaphorical Shadows

For the second time this week, she followed the shadowy figure into the alley. Though it didn’t have a name, nor did it show signs of either gender, she knew instinctively that it was male. She stopped to watch it disappear around the corner, then followed it, looked around to find it, then…