Autumn Leaves.

I sat outside on my front porch waiting, for what? I still don’t know. Something tells me I never will. I recall that the world felt both warm, yet malevolent as the sky turned a blood red, and the sun faded into darkness. The touch of night kissed my skin with cool...

Story of Charles R. Bloomburton

      Photo by Paulius Dragunas on Unsplash Charles R. Bloomburton signed his name in boxy letters at the bottom of the entry form. He looked over the paperwork once more for a moment before handing the manila folder to the sentry on duty. “I’ll make my...

Tyra’s World

                The craft aisle at CVS was Tyra’s favorite. It was as overwhelming as that of an office supply store and infinitely more interesting than a grocery. She especially loved opening the packets of crayons and...

The Dragon’s Way

I Sasha Louis’s black braids hung loose behind her head from the dampness in the room. Disoriented, she laid in the deep corner of  the local Chinese fish restaurant’s basement. It was cold. The gray floor, large silver freezers, and old brown boxes...