I always loved the lake. My family came here every year. The wooden dock that my great great great grandfather “built with his bare hands”. The walls painted hand painted by great great aunt. The rose bushes out back planted by my great grandmother. The stories of this generational hamydown of a home where boundless and long. Each story added new legend to the cabin by the lake.

But the logs used...

All the tired stay at home mothers regretting their decisions to not use birth control. Each one in dark thick framed sunglasses, wide brimmed hats or baseball caps. Empty coffee cups overflowed the communal trash cans. The mothers gossiping to each other about one another. “Well I heard…”. “They are going though a divorce…”. “She just got her breast done and now she’s getting married…”. This was ...

John-Letter number 1

Date January 1st 2017,

Dear reader,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and a much better situation than I have found myself. I will be here, in this walled oasis of bad men, lost in the sea of my sins. I promise you that I am a good man, flawed as we all are. But not to the extent of the other men here. I have not killed, or hurt, or even drank. All I did was const...

The old man wakes at one a.m. His ritual has begone. Leave the bed, brush his teeth, get dressed, and pour a cup of black coffee. He shuffled down the spiral stair case into his library. The young man at the information station was trying to keep his eye open, staring down at the pages of a book.

“My is that one that boring?”

“Oh, sorry sir. I was just trying to pass the time, as we are open a...

She was ravishing.

Skin smooth as silk, eyes as blue as oceans.

He was dashing.

Their love was chaos.

Full of lust, cursed by unruly emotions.

Brought down to a seance.

He was astonished.

Rattling, shaking, the intense motions.

In the end, he vanished....

“Finally! There it is! The black leather one!” Kate yells excited to her cab driver. Her luggage has arrive at the baggage claim. The cool black leather trunk that her father bought her for graduating law school. She has studied so hard and worked part time in a law office being the “go for” girl. Getting coffees, coordinating lunches, and occasionally researching for up coming trials. All of Kate...

She sits on a bench made of steel. Thinking about how her life got her to this very moment. In front of her sits a rare steak, mashed potatoes stuffed with butter and cheddar cheese, a slice of apple pie topped with whipped cream that has began to melt. It was her favorite, and her last.

Her life had not been easy. Born addicted and given up for adoption hours after birth. She had many families,...

Again, he asks me to meet him in the park. I say “No, you know if I get caught I’ll be dead by sunrise” quietly into the phone reciever. But we both know I am already sneaking out of my window. The window latch flips open so easily.

Into the summer night I am immediately warmed by the humidity. The air is sticky, making my hair cling to my face and my palms clammy. The park is only a block away...