Sunday, June 30, 2019

Often it was the smallest things, a microbe or a byte, that brought the world to its knees.

Saturday, June 29, 2019

I felt as if I'd permanently grounded myself and was unwilling to listen to any reasonable argument as to why I should be reprieved.

Friday, June 28, 2019

Billy believed he was going to hit it big playing scratch-offs and finally be able to blow his tiny town. 

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Like a beast in the night, our past was always present waiting for a chance to pounce.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Drifting off, Chris always had genius-level thoughts that by morning were replaced with imbecilic impulses. 

Saturday, June 22, 2019

It was at that moment she realized her life had become like a piece of toast left too long in the toaster—perfection quickly slipping into a smoky, acrid mess requiring thorough scraping.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Thursday, June 20, 2019

The azure sky was unmarred, but inside their house, the storm clouds were gathering.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

The barbed wire glinted ominously in the sun as we were herded inside the enclosure.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

"Lord have mercy, but isn't that so cute, that lil' popgun you brought," he said with a chuckle, raising his Kalashnikov.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Before Bill's sudden demise he enjoyed poking bears and rattling rattlers, talking smack to smugglers and teasing muggers.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Headlines required deadlines without which Dave would end up on breadlines.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Half the town thought he was a savant while the rest felt the word idiot should proceed the appellation.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Sheila wanted to write about beauty but couldn't get past the world's ugliness.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

I caught her slipping through my window and wondered if she's come to chill or to kill.

Monday, June 10, 2019

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Saturday, June 8, 2019

The joke soon took on a life of its own, becoming more real than the lives it subsumed.

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

The scratching in the wall echoed the clawing thoughts in William's brain.

Monday, June 3, 2019

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Time was just effluvia to Aaron who flushed it away and never questioned where it ended up.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Karen believed she'd either grow up to be president or an assassin; instead, she became a writer (a little bit of both).