Writing

The Elevator

The silver-haired, handsome man woke to the sound of ringing. Reaching over he picked up the phone. “Hello,” he answered groggily. “Mr. President, sir, we…


Countdown

10:00 Michael paced around the circular room, his shoes thudding on the cement floor. His thoughts whirled as he waited. It was almost time. The…


The Familiar

The murmur of voices followed me through the school halls as I hurried to my next class. Keeping my head down, I ignored them. Glancing…


The Last Thing

Kate sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her white gown with its sweetheart neckline and long flowing sleeves gently curved out in an a-line…


The Box

It had sat here for a century. This rusted, metal box locked by three locks. Every day I would stare at it in the corner…