“Once upon a time there used to be hundreds of these beasts,” said the guide. “This here’s the last one. Now, slowly… pull the trigger…”
4/22/1970: 20 million Americans take to the street to fight pollution. 4/22-26/2013: 5 writers take to OneFortyFiction to save the planet.
Mom drove me to school day after day, her eyes red and swollen. Today, I saw red lips instead of red eyes, and a smile. A harbinger of hope!
Down by the banks of the river Charles, that’s where you’ll find me, along with lovers, buggers and thieves. Aw, but they’re cool people.
It’s been so long since I asked you to sign up to Twitter and start following me and now, I can finally ask the question: Will you ma
No one saw Teddy take the money from the unlocked safe, but afterward, he felt guilty; preached a Wednesday night sermon on forgiveness.
I put her things in a box. Notes, letters, photos. A lock of my hair. I wanted it to last forever but they sealed the casket yesterday.
After he retired, Hal spent his mornings on the cement stoop outside his two flat. One day, he saw God walk by. He looks good, he thought.
When she arrives home after work, the bedroom light’s on. She didn’t turn it on. Water’s running in the tub. She doesn’t have a tub.
Dawn’s descent over cityscape. Gilded rooftops called him, named him. With no thought to impossibility or what might be left behind, he entered the painted sidewalk.