It’s funny to think, more than the story itself, the most thought I’ve put into writing this was trying to remember exactly when the hell I originally wrote “Hero,” although I remember the circumstances. It was early during my time at The Bronx High School of Science, of that I can be sure. The...
Read more →Mike Williams walked out on to the deck of the U.S.S. Dwight D. Eisenhower, his co-pilot, Jake Johnson following close behind. The two walked in the direction of their F-18 which stood on the catapult ready to launch in anticipation of a strike. “You think they’re gonna do it?” Jake Johnson asked, the tension...
Read more →A short story based on http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/the-boat. “Now hold it right there,” a menacing voice said from behind me. Shit. Turning around I saw a cutlass pointed at me. It looked pretty real, too. I had that feeling from the start this was a bad idea; unfortunately, I had been bored enough to go along....
Read more →Maria stepped off of the airport curb to hail a cab, and jumped into the first one that stopped. “Lower East Side, Saint Mark’s and Avenue A,” she ordered. She slunk into the seat and sighed, watching the traffic go by. “Rough trip?” the driver asked. “Sure,” Maria responded. Just my luck, she said...
Read more →Something crashed in my dream, and I shot upright in bed, suddenly awake. Sweating and my heart pounding in my ears, I lay back down, trying to get back to sleep. Another crash, and it sounded like it was downstairs. I wasn’t quite awake, but I was sure it wasn’t a dream again. I...
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