Tag Archives: 100 Words

Crimson

I ripped open his shirt, pressed my hands frantically to the gushing hole in his chest. “Ted, look at me…” His eyes flickered open, pain-glazed. Sweat beaded his forehead, his breath came raggedly. I looked at the nearest human-shaped figure, vaguely aware how he cowered away. Unimportant, the only important thing was my partner bleeding …

August 4, 2010 – 7:04 pm | By S T | Posted in Patience Adams, Writing | Tagged | Comments (0)

Passages

Mother always said, ‘Don’t run with scissors’.  They must’ve taught that in school and she dutifully passed it along, never having tried it. I jogged along the path, breathing easily.  Not many runners this early in the morning, just me and the squirrels. Ahead the path curved behind a copse of trees, and my heart …

August 4, 2010 – 5:43 pm | By S T | Posted in Writing | Tagged | Comments (0)

Wild Blue Yonder

On March 9th, we all woke up and could fly. Yeah, fly. All you had to do was kick off gently and you were hovering in mid-air. Lean forward a little bit and you were moving, flying. It was more fun than a basket of puppies. Safe to say nobody went to work that day. …

August 4, 2010 – 5:41 pm | By S T | Posted in Writing | Tagged | Comments (0)