Language Is A Virus

Eva sat stirring the corn on her plate. Her head rested heavily on the closed fist of her hand. She sighed heavily, a bid for attention, a...

Louis had dreaded the day that John would leave her for the promises of heaven. She had painstakingly worked to keep him on the Earth, lea...

My blonde curls bounced as I walked through the long marble corridor to the clicking of my heels. My keys jangled to the beat as the dangl...

Rose, her deep brown curls falling in front of her face, sat stirring her morning coffee at the last table in the row. I plopped down acros...

“I am both excited and terrified,” I confided. “Everyone seems to think that it is all going to be fun and games in the hot, hot sun.” I s...

I pulled the note off the door as I walked into the house. Stumbling, I dropped the two bags of groceries in an effort to catch myself. I ...

“Where did you get that?” a girl in her mid to late twenties asked while reaching for the photograph in my hand. I pulled my hand back and t...