Category: Short Stories

2:15 am

The air in the room sits still It’s not hot or cold, it’s indifferent  • Plainly, I can’t sleep My mind running in all directions Possibilities stirring everything but the air  • My purpose calls from several directions In silent…

The Moment

I imagine the moment the way the buildings would look maybe brick with a history of faded color and chipped appeal people walking by their lives running cocurrently with mine but mine alive with change with pride with peace debri…