Jake
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
a haiku poem
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
I opened my eyes and could not see.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Prickly pointy spikes
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
Eric thought his day would never end.
The Allfather’s daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
School wasn’t working for me.