Fiction

We’re walking down the streets of San Francisco together, down Lombard Street, through Chinatown, down to Golden Gate Park. This is our favorite place to be. We are our happiest here. We come here a lot, especially at night, to lay down where the grass really is greener, and look at the stars, finding all constellations and making up a few of our own. But tonight, I’d rather look at her. She’s looks magnificent as always, but tonight, there’s a certain glow to her, almost as if she’s an angel.…

Have you ever been so excited you wish time would speed up and you got so excited you almost pushed you friend of a trampoline well I almost did. It was a normal Saturday my mom was at work me and my dad where home watching the football game. Then my dad told me “Angel go play outside” I say “ok, but why” my dad told me “well I got a surprise for you be back around 7:00” I said “ok”. So I went outside for a while, than my dad said “Angel lets go” so I ran home and we got in my dad’s truck and…

"Ouch!" Josephine had cut herself, making a sandwich, once again. Sticking her cut finger under running water she called out to her husband, "Earle, can you please get me one of those wonderful bandages you make. "This is the last one and we don't even have anymore gauze or cotton, so you better not get hurt again until I can get my hands on some more," I said handing her a piece of cotton on some adhesive tape and gauze. "I'll try to get some from work today, if James isn't breathing down my…

The tone of Noel's voice in reply was one that few would have expected. It did not have the bravado one might have expected from a media darling (albeit a fallen one) nor the slightly spacey, wavering intonation of those that are fighting to hold onto what remains of their sanity. Nor, for that matter, did it contain the aggression that he had so often used against Dr Walt, whom he somewhat resented, for the doctor forced him to remember things he'd rather not. Instead, it might almost have been…

Everyone nodded and Elizabeth held onto James tightly. Her eyes were closed tightly and every so often she winced and whimpered. Soon they came across an old, untouched military base. Brittany’s eyes widened. “Guys, this place is mainly underground! The zombies won’t hear her in there and even if they did they can’t get in because it’s reinforced steel,” Brittany claimed. James immediately rushed there and rushed in. Everyone followed James. They found a comfortable place for Elizabeth. Adam…

"Whoa! E-Easy there pal, y-you almost fell!" Clover breathed, doing his absolute best to keep his larger friend balanced on his own two feet as they returned home from a long night of celebration. He kept one arm wrapped around the small of his back, almost about as high as he could reach, and the other to his drunken friend's hip, trying to support his weight as he seemed to dance and sway in his intoxication. A series of bubbly giggles and hiccups escaped his larger friend as he briefly…

It’s a funny thing to meet someone and know you’ll be the cause of their death. That’s the way I live as an assassin. I’m very good at what I do, to a point where some would even call me a serial killer. I am a 5’0” blonde woman with a habit of wearing dresses. Not your typical idea of an assassin. I guess that’s why I’m so good at what I do. No one ever expects me to be the one to kill them. I try to be humane, be as gentle as possible, I wish I didn’t have the life I do, but at this point,…

He’d been yelling by the end of it and was now standing right in front of her desk. Two concerned nurses peeked in and gave her a questioning look. She motioned them away and said, “Oliver, you didn’t tell me this when we spoke yesterday.” “I most certainly did.” “You most certainly did not.” “Yes I did. I said it right here in this room and said it to you.” “No, you didn’t, Oliver. You might think you did, but if you actually had--if you had told me how serious it was—I would’ve done…

My heart felt like it was about to shoot out of my chest. My legs were shaking with exhaustion and my whole body was soaked with sweat, my hair felt sticky against my neck. We were all huddled into a small supply closet near the restrooms, our breath coming out labored from running for so long. All of the sudden we could hear the sound of footsteps coming closer to our hiding spot. I lifted my finger to my lips to signal to them to be quiet. Suddenly there was the sound of someone pounding on…

The satchel had been my best find in a while from the thrift store. The leather was kind of beaten, but that made it all the more appealing to me. That bag already had a life without me. Maybe it was some drug runner's money bag. Maybe it had belonged to a spy who'd used it undercover and had no more need of it. But whoever it was liked strawberry chapstick. I found a half finished one in the bottom along with some old gum wrappers and crumbs of some sort. I myself preferred mint though. Mint…