Columbian Carabo starts a conflict At the zenith of flight Muscle taught against tendons Beneath, a beach on which, a weasel Greedily grabs for fish. The brown tawny owl swoops Down, daring the weasel to run. Struck aghast, is a weasel slaying on its way? Amber owl brings carnage from above, Talons ready to mangle the meat. Fleeing from flight, Aid in form of fellow weasels Form ...
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Norman Agate
"If you will just sign here and the loan for your museum is yours," said the Mr. Bankman who was the loan officer in charge of Norman. "How about that? Just need to write the eleven letters that make up Norman Agate?" Norman replied, wiping the mucus from his nose out of habit. "Now I will ...
Interview with John Heaton
The room they put me in is bare; four walls, two chairs and a single table. The walls are empty, uncovered cinder block. I'm seated in the chair facing the door so I see him as he enters. His face is chiseled, the skin pulled tight over his bones. His hair has gone uncut since ...
Meal Time
A food court filled with freshmen, Racks of stainless steel pots and pans clang while piled high, Taller than a cold iron mountain. Mystery abounds: the lines grow and shrink at random. Are the cookies cooked today? Grabbing a warm, wet tray, I begin my journey. I glance at the sandwich bar full of white meats and orange cheeses; Shrieking girls frenzy ...
No Good Rotten Liver
My father was the first person to hand me and my brother a beer. We were only fourteen and fifteen when he did. He said to us, "Boys, I know you're going to drink sometime. I 'spose its better that I'm here to watch you so you don't do nothing stupid." On my 21st birthday both ...
Character Sketch – Writer
He wore a watch. He always needed to know the time, even though he never had any particular place to be. If he for some reason had some place to go, he's positive that he wouldn't be late. Today, a glance at his watch made the fedora that rested lightly upon his head move from ...
3rd Person Limited Narrative – Chair Shopping
She had wanted a new chair for some time. The chair that they had needed to be replaced; it was worn through in places and there were stains that would never come out. Plus, the old one didn't fit with the new decor in the room and there wasn't another other place in the house ...
The Death of Ones and Zeros
When I was in the third grade, Mrs. Hanson took our class to the library. We went every week and there was no reason why this time would be any different. But it was because out of all those trips I only remember the story we were read from that time. Mrs. Hanson read us a ...
Coffee Voices
Diane was a widow. Her husband Luke had died young. He was in an accident while working a government position transporting files between local government offices. His truck was struck by a drunk driver at two o'clock in the afternoon. The drunk driver survived. Because Luke was working at the time of the accident, Diane was ...
Intro to Parenting
Richard and Laura had been married for three years. Their life was enjoyable; Richard worked at law firm downtown as an accountant and Laura waited tables at the diner four blocks from their home. The house they lived in wasn't large, nor was it small; it was a ranch with two bedrooms and one bath ...