The darkness returned and this time it stayed for good.

I turned the TV off and headed for the woods wondering if I'd even bother to come back for my things.

Good friends and former enemies, old lovers and deserted flames stood over his grave and sang a mournful song.

She began to believe the lies told about her.

"The best sex I ever had was on an elevator," the drunken woman stage whispered to her friends at the table next to ours.

They found what was left of the photo album smoldering in the fireplace.

It was getting harder for Jim to parse out the soreness from his workouts with the newer strange pains that came with age.

The tanker silently emerged from the fog cutting through the water like a blade across flesh.

Slippery and silver tongued he spun shit into gold.

From across the divide as if in a dream Miles' softly lulling trumpet touched her like nothing else could.

He loved these friends he'd gathered on the flimsy raft of his life and desperately hoped they'd stick around.

"Your generation doesn't know how easy you've had it," he told me, pulling up his shirt to reveal the scars.

Among the fields I frolicked until the dream was over and day startled me awake.

It was stark, black and white, and without any sort of shading, but he still managed to put himself on the wrong side of history, yet again.

He two-stepped through life with a beer in one hand and a bowl of gumbo in the other.

Hibernation was the best option for the next four years, she thought.

As was often the case, the stupidity of man was on full display that day at the county fair.

Our perception of history was a sham perpetrated by powerful men who were long dead.

As the gates collapsed under the weight of the mass of protestors we knew it was only a matter of time before they would make it inside.

It only took one drink and three minutes for Billy to start spouting his wild theories about government mind-control projects, alien abductions, and Bigfoot.

"I always focused on the endgame and forgot to enjoy the ride," the bus driver told me from his deathbed.

Clothed by Walmart, fed by Burger King, and educated by Fox, perhaps we should have seen it coming.

Adam didn't recall how or when the drugs got there but it was his misfortune that the cops did.

She wondered whether anyone in her life had ever glimpsed her secret self.

We waited at the station for the rain to stop while the water on the street kept rising higher and higher.

What they did with the body nobody knew.

She was like the moon reflecting across the dark water on a still night.

Burt saw the massive pile of books, old magazines and newspapers begin to sway and topple towards him and it was at that moment he wondered if he was a hoarder.

"Somethings just weren't meant to last," he whispered, his strong hands around my throat.

Donuts were her downfall.

The seagulls swarmed over us trying to snatch the sandwiches from our hands.