Writing




Visit With An Old Friend

Carefully the old man eased back into the least offensive chair. His silver hair glimmered in the light from the fireplace. He watched the other…



Flowers for Mother

Thursday after school I visit my mother. I used to buy flowers to take to her. Some weeks I would forget, so I would pick…



Cupid Lost His Job

Kyle slowly walked up to his front door, pulling out his keys. Tonight had been another horrible date. Instead of the pretty blond he had…