She Had It Coming
She lay in the driveway, not moving, bleeding silently.
“She had it coming for along time now,” I stuttered nervously.
The officer remained silent for a moment, and I desperately tried to remember if discharging a firearm into a car’s engine within city limits was a misdemeanor or a felony.
By William
Just A Little While Longer
She lay sleeping on my lap. Her stressful day had finally caught up with her.
I had work I needed to do, but getting up would mean disturbing her. She sighed contently, and I made up my mind for the third time to stay for 15 more minutes.
Damn cat.
By William
Reminiscence
Music pipes in through the speakers. My listlessness soon ceases.
Then I remember moments. Of friendships. Of happiness. Of freedom. Of nonchalance. Moments that have never failed to make me smile.
They are forever etched in memory.
And that is all they will be now, as the music plays on.
By Moonchild
Exposed
The smiling weather woman made her standard forecast.
25 degress, she said.
35 degrees, it was.
Time to abandon home, at least temporarily…
I guess this cold, black park bench won’t be as welcoming… or as cold.
By Taps
Bleak Christmas
Christmas came early that year. Or at least the snows did.
The snows.
They buried the fields, drowned the streets, and blanketed the houses.
It was too cold for many, too little food for most. Jamestown, the New World, was cold, unforgiving.
Summer, and the ships, almost came too late.
By Grant
Blank Shock
The emptiness of its flow.
White noise moving with a strangled vengeance.
The sound of blood in his ears.
That’s what it was, and he was listening to the flow, not of her words from her lips, but of the blank shock that hugged him. They were over.
By Taps
Blog Action Day – Helping
I always give that man on the corner a dime. It makes me feel good. Like I made a difference. Like, thanks to me, that man won’t have to beg.
Inside, I know that won’t happen. I know that I’m not really helping. But I tried to help. Didn’t I?
By Nipun
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – Waiting
He was just standing there. He was supposed to be sowing the seeds, but the soil was still dry. He couldn’t afford to buy food for his family. Too expensive. So he just stood there, staring into the sky. Waiting. Praying. Hoping.
Another year of drought. Another year of hunger.
By Nipun
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – Final Notice
Outside his children’s room, he listened to them fall asleep. The stack of bills sat on the table, simple, yet terrible. Outdoors, autumn was crisp, with a hint of chill. What would he tell the kids, next month, when the power was gone, and the chill was inside the house?
By William
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – He Will Come
The orphan huddled closer to the wall, trying to fend off the cold.
Snow was falling steadily, covering the grime of the city in a layer of white crispness.
Rubbing her hands together to keep warm, she shivered uncontrollably.
“He will come,” she told herself, “he came for the others.”
By Grant
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
