The Tornado
December 2017 A deep rumble rattled the Shimmin’s house late one evening. The sudden, deafening roar resembled the rolling yet sharp...
The Leather-Bound Book
Slowly, I peered around the doorway of the new pristine five-star hotel in Miami. The concierge was helping a finely dressed couple with...
Escape
“Where do you think you’re going?” I heard the warning tone in her voice. It was the kind of tone that would stop anyone in their tracks....
Oceans
I make my way down the old, splintery dock. It’s Monday evening, and the warm ocean breeze transforms my once neatly straightened hair...
What Should I Write?
What should I write about? I plunge into the deepest parts of my mind, scraping the edges of my brain for any morsel of an idea I can...
