Benin, the Young Fisherman

A while back I was asked to create a children’s story to move onto the next phase of a writing competition. This was something I had in mind, an attempt at something I’m not sure I wish to pursue, but as all of my ideas come from places unknown, I was glad to get itContinue reading “Benin, the Young Fisherman”

I kiss her cheek…

.., and pull back. My thumb caresses her cheek now, slowly, softly. I put my cheek to hers, as my fingers find her ear lobe, stroking it, until my fingertips gently move down her neck. I feel her shiver as her hand covers mine. I feel the tears forming, unbidden, but knowing they would makeContinue reading “I kiss her cheek…”

Life Goes On

“Awake again, I see.” Gerald looked out the large bay window of the living room to the dying sea-side town that once held his greatest wish, to live out his life with his wife. She, like the town, died due to disastrous hurricane winds that took out the piers, the boats, and many of theContinue reading “Life Goes On”

This is something I wrote…

…for a competition. It’s an incomplete children’s tale. I would appreciate some feedback on it. And pleas, be brutally honest. Benin (Bay-nin) In a small hut, in a fishing village, a boy was born, and he was named Benin. His Mother was so happy to have a son. Taking him in her arms, she tookContinue reading “This is something I wrote…”

It took the better part of two years…

…but I got it. Now I can move into a new apartment. And with the extra money I’ll get from the job bonus, I’ll be living well, or at least better than I’ve been. I can’t wait to see the looks o their faces, my sisters, my brother, my parents. Now that Im of age,Continue reading “It took the better part of two years…”

We’ve got to get out of here!

“Where are my panties?” Devon looked around the walk-in closet and spotted them. “Look, never mind those, put them in your pocket or something. Is that my shirt?” “No, that’s my shirt.” Kelly snatched it out of his hand as she looked for her shoes. “You’re putting your pants on wrong.” Devon found he hadContinue reading “We’ve got to get out of here!”

Best Friends

“There’s something to be said about being buried alive.” Millie, curious about where that came from, looked at Oren from the passenger seat of the car. “Like what?” “Oh, I don’t know. Just making conversation I guess.” “Millie, still curious about the sudden out-of-nowhere remark, studied him. “Have you ever been buried alive?” “Oh, no,Continue reading “Best Friends”

The Show 1

“What’s taking her so long?” said Tracee. She and Maurice stood across the busy street from the arena, anxious to see their favorite band Boom Sheik. “She’ll be here soon, just…look through your phone, it’ll kill time,” Tracee did just that, but half-heartedly. She kept looking at Maurice under the neon lights that colored theContinue reading “The Show 1”