When Ethan Ryder stepped off the elevator for the fifty-second floor with his sister, the only thing keeping the fury from his face was the plastic surgery he had done.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” moaned Abraham in the early morning sun.
Rotted Roots — Part 12: Adverse Parties
No one moved. Each breath was like sawing through steel tension with a handsaw. Only Ryder, adjusting his sleeves, seemed calm…
Kevin looked dazed when he sidled into the office forty-five minutes late for Rich’s recently concluded mid-week…
Rotted Roots — Part 13: Loose Ends
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
A year agoI was wide-eyed and bushy tailed,excitedready to take on the world.I was ready for adventure.Slowly,everything changed.A struggle here,A stressor there.But, it was fine, right?Nothing I couldn’t handle.I was fine.I kept moving forward.I perseveredSaid,“I can do this.It will get…
Where I came from, we didn’t have stars. Well, I suppose we did, but thanks to the smog and the blinding lights of the neighboring city, I…
We spend our time wishing that timewould hurry up.We wish it all away,hoping that every instance will move faster than the…
