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False Tranquility: Spear-Thrower was being a little careless as he walked the perimeter of his tribe’s terrain.…

To Carry You Home: Time is a confusing thing she thought. It seemed that the further forward it ran from her…

Fine and Hot: Perth was sweltering through another hot summer. This was no ordinary summer; it was a season…

Mulberry Street, in New York City’s “Little Italy” sector, was about as far removed from the small town on a…

Pinatubo Moon: I sat out on the window ledge of my second-story bedroom in my parent's home for what became the…

The White Dove: Early one morning when the fog began to evaporate, revealing ever more detail in the scene…

Our neighborhood was a gathering of crazy people, but only a couple stand out, one lady named Mrs. Hanson, who…

It was an ordinary forest, as far as spooky-looking woods go, filled mostly with craggy twisted oak trees,…

You Don't Beat the River: It was a good day for being on the river—warm, bright, a few clouds to make the sky…

Mother Kept on Singing: When I slept at Aunt Josephine’s, in Middle,  mother’s hometown - I slept alone. A…

Predestined Events: Homelessness, like hunger, exists at the soul level. One might dwell in magnificent…

“I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred pumped through the speakers, DJ Slick signaling my turn on stage. With eager…

A Religious Experience: The room embodied religion. As soon as I opened the door, blinked away the disbelief,…

Beyond the Horizon: Foremost on his mind the vacant stare of two yellow-tinted, dead, and sightless eyes, Roth…

Brenda Simpson was certainly no stranger to bookstores.  No libraries, mind you, but bookstores.  The libraries…