The Red-Orange Glow

It Was In The Water By Douglas Strong Quarantine rose with the rows, piled in ditches and the backs of trucks, asleep behind hospitals ...

five our brave soldier was the last over the fence; the rusted wire cat scratched through her fatigues, and she died two weeks la...

Here is a little bit of something I just wrote, and did a quick edit of. I told Kevin about a new writing technique I've been trying and...

Rain bothered . Jack didn’t think rain served any other purpose nearly as well as it served to annoy. Rain rivered down the glass of his ...

Her eyes opened. Sunlight streamed in through the window. She slid off the bed to her feet, stood, and stretched. It had been a dreamless...

phone calls when all was dark outside. your voice was soft; but not a whisper. this; when the last thing i thought i could be was not alo...

A great burlap sack, hanging on the edge. Held up by a few pieces of string, I think it will rip. What’s in there? Memories of autu...