Level Up

Photo by Jeffy Can. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.

Photo taken 2005 by Jeffy Can. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.

 

“Logan, lights out; it’s time for bed!” Beth called out from the hallway.

“Yeah, I just have to level up!” Logan yelled above the noise blasting in his ears through the headphones.”

His thumbs moved furiously across the game controller. His avatar did his bidding on the screen and fought his way with a lightning-powered saber past an army of alien soldiers and a giant, winged, acid-breathing serpent. Continue reading “Level Up”

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Scorched Earth

hands in dirtThis was his land. The land his father had fought and died for. The land where Cherokee and buffalo once ran wild, free as the high blue sky that hung above the prairies. The land that had been stained with the blood of Yankee and Rebel soldiers, watered by the tears of joys and sorrows. The land where Continue reading “Scorched Earth”

Third Window from the Left

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

There it was. Third window from the left, five floors up. The white lace curtains still hung down from the silver rod like a veil concealing the treasure behind it.

He could still see Larisa standing there that day eight years ago. He’d turned back one last time and cast a glance up toward her window. She stood, curtains parted, looking down at him with a look that sent shards of longing and remorse through his heart. Yet he’d gotten in his car and driven away. Continue reading “Third Window from the Left”

Playing with Fire

playing with fire pic 2He’d seen her coming down the hall that morning, saw the invitation in her eyes. She’d been flirting with him for months and he’d done nothing to stop it.

He’d been happily married for eighteen years with a beautiful wife and two kids. He should have been content in his life. He should have turned down the lunch invitation. He never should have ordered an alcoholic beverage. He hadn’t had a drink for nine years. He’d never cheated on his wife. Continue reading “Playing with Fire”

Worth Fighting For

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

She felt his presence as he sat down beside her on the concrete step. He didn’t speak, and neither did she.

 

The susurrus sound of rippling waves washing in upon the shore mingled with the laughter of happy couples in rowboats. A sanderling twittered by the dock. An old woman by the parking lot was handing out roses for Valentine’s Day. Continue reading “Worth Fighting For”

Remembering

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

“What’s going on?” Lindsay asked, sitting down at the end of the bench beside her sister.

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Colin said coming up behind them and sitting down at the other end of the bench. “I was in the middle of a meeting.”

Sheena nodded. “I know, I’m sorry, but we need to talk.”

“About what?” Lindsay asked. Continue reading “Remembering”

Letting Go

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

A warm sea breeze rustled through the palm thatch umbrella shading the table. Matt inhaled the salty air and closed his eyes against the glaring sun. The surf roared in his ears as the tide washed in over the hot sand down on the beach. Children laughed, playing in the waves. Matt heard the clicking of a bicycle and opened his eyes just in time to see Claire ride up. Continue reading “Letting Go”

When Dawn Breaks

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The headlights glared through the rain. The trucker blasted his horn. Carter tried to swerve back into the right lane, but the bike laid down and slid across the wet, cliff-side road. The truck roared past him. The bike plummeted off the ledge and Carter followed it. Helpless to stop his descent, he plunged into the darkness of the canyon below. It was four hundred feet to the bottom. He knew he’d be dead on impact. His arms flailed, vainly trying to grab hold of something—anything. Continue reading “When Dawn Breaks”