“Daddy, I want to be like her someday.” She said, pointing at the woman in the poster.
Nobody wanted the role. In fact, nobody in their right mind would had wanted the role. To squeeze your feet into those tiny-size-2-boots everyday for six weeks? No, thanks. Why couldn’t they cast a child for this role? The character is a child anyway. Is casting a child really this difficult? I thought angrily as…
December 25, 2146, Seaside Village, Historic North Carolina In gray stockings and a wool dress draped around her ankles, eleven-year-old Lula opened the door and stepped out of the two-bedroom rambler she and her parents have called home all their lives. Sucking in a deep breath, Lula glanced around the white-washed, orange-roof village. It had…
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“No,” Manny said, sitting on the bed with his arms folded, “No way I’m flying. It’s only to Boise, can’t we just save some money and drove there? I’ll bet it’s quicker than go through customs and bag check.”
“Are you sure this train will take us to the North Pole?” Reggie shouted with his head stuck out the window.
Do you believe in karma? If you do, you will know better than forcing me out of my home of 50 years. All because of what? To build your subdivision? If you think you can offer me money to appease what you’ve done, you’ve got another thing coming. I am going to make this land…
“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
Her nervousness fades and heartbeat slows as the small row boat travels downstream.
“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” His colleague asks.
With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder.
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
Genre: Dystopian The alarms shrieked the second I walked into the library followed by flashing red lights.
I saw him. There’s no mistaking him. Beside the peppery gray hair and the stubble around his mouth, he looked the same as he was twenty years ago.
“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.
“Can I light it now?” He asked excitedly.
“What do you think your grandma keeps in here?” Eddie asked, pointing at the orange container he and Sadie discovered in the back corner of her grandmother’s shed.
Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…
Harry sprinted up the stairs and back down a moment later.
“Is that a carton of milk on the shelf, dad?” Lily asks her 83-year-old father.
As his consciousness surfaced, Jack opened his eyes to see a woman smiling back at him. He gasped, “Who are you?”, scooting as far back as he could go.
“Oh shut up.” I mutter and turn off my phone. My family or shall I say my mother’s family has been calling alternately, wanting to know where I am.
She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.”