Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

He thought of his dreams as messages from his hidden brain, the part of him that was gagged by his ego when awake.

Monday, January 29, 2018

They were know-it-alls and boisterous bullies and didn't have a clue why they were shunned.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

The hawk took the mourning dove leaving nothing but a pile of feathers and a sense of trepidation among the other birds.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

After the breakdown Elise avoided parties believing her friends would watch her with a laser focus looking to see if anything she said or did appeared at all aberrant.

Friday, January 26, 2018

The simple joy of strumming a guitar was better than a thousand plaudits.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

We replaced the poets with pop culture and selflessness with selfies.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

All it took was a quick search of the latest news to know time was running out.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Shane began to suspect his overdeveloped sense of empathy was an impediment to getting ahead in business.

Monday, January 22, 2018

It dawned on her that if she spent half as much energy on the rest of her life as she did in choosing her outfits she'd be president by now.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

That morning Mike woke up feeling battered and fried like a fat Gulf shrimp a week past its prime.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Sussing out the things Sheila couldn't control from the ones she could directly affect gave her spirits a lift.

Friday, January 19, 2018

It was getting harder and harder to figure out what to bewail and what to let slide as nothing more than a canard.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

The building blocks of reality - facts - had become an amorphous sludge barreling down on our world and burying everything in its path.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Alice was torn between writing about what beauty was left in the world or the dystopian nightmare her country was marching towards.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The quiet was punctured by the birds outside squabbling over the seeds tossed on the frozen ground.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Whenever he was under the weather he was suddenly a 12-year-old again whose only desires were to sleep, play video games and watch cartoons.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

The shots rang out but couldn't deafen the voices calling for equality.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Friday, January 12, 2018

The girl and her little brother, their arms sticks, their bellies bloated, stared pleadingly at me from below the window but alas I had no food to give them.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Cracking open a pecan his thoughts drifted to how his mother would make him help gather the nuts in the park across the street and the embarrassment he felt until they were safely back inside and the pie was in the oven.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

She felt their breakup was tantamount to theft and mentally pictured the trial she would hold for her ex.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

After Art realized no one was really listening to anything he said, he felt free to make outrageous statements without fear of retribution.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Lost in reveries of past loves and adventures Alice didn't see the future softly creeping forward, a bitter blade in its teeth.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The winter bore down on him like a hawk swooping low to take its prey.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Footfalls crunching through the snow were echoes of an ancient past.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Like his intricately built hairdo everything about the man was a lie wrapped in a brittle, badly colored shell.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

An island of calm amid an ever escalating cacophony of shrill citizenry Harold chalked it up to never buying a smartphone or bothering with social media.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

He sat like a slab of raw meat on his thrown wondering who to harass next.

Monday, January 1, 2018