You Know You're Right

I started freelancing full time about 2 years ago with the misguided aspirations of living the “good life”. You know, sauntering into coffee shops all lackadaisical-like dropping beautiful prose while collecting the big bucks. Then reality set in as I had to find a way to pay for rent, and all of my other unsexy responsibilities. Being a freelancers is tough in the sense that you have to up your hustler skills, but truthfully, I can’t imagine myself going back to traditional employment, ever. The

of you, how can you cause so much trouble? Have you seen Tybalt’s face? The ambulance came and took him to the hospital. Erin: Nah man, I did nothing, I barely touched him. I just had a little beef with them. We all good now Chappy. Zeeha: You already have so many difficulties in your life and now you are going to get suspended. The Principal is out looking for you. Erin: I can’t do that, man. I gotta see my girl. You know, we are already on second base now. She’s crazyyyy. Zeeha: You’re in grade

he wanted to be. He was one and there was no denying that what he did was utterly stupid. He hadn’t meant to drive his car off the road and into the McGee family’s front garden. They had pressed charges and he had pleaded guilty because it was the right thing to do. While something like this wouldn’t have given out prisoner time the way a murder might have, he had personally asked the judge to send him to prison. This had left the McGee family puzzled as to why he would request going to prison. They

being used and manipulated. He was the man of my dreams till now. A tear trickled down my cheek as I read the article on some of his history. It wasn’t a tear of complete sadness. This tear was a mixture of anger, sorrow and desperation. Little did I know, he had been married for three years to the woman who gave birth to his child 12 years prior. After more digging, I came across an article about his wife. A year after they got married, they found her dead in the bathroom of his million dollar mansion

“Sweetheart? Could you possibly not glare at Joanie like that?” My father asked cautiously in the middle of dinner. I hadn’t even noticed that I was doing it, it just became a habit after awhile. I looked down at my plate, still full with spaghetti crowding around my small portion of meatballs. Not that I was going to eat any of it. Usually, I would have finished it all by now, but that was before my mother’s spaghetti recipe had been contaminated by Joanie’s attempt to recreate it. Though it had

“Hey there!” a voice said. “Well you must be confused, let me help clear things up a bit. I’m Ethan, I run things around here”. “Huh? What’s going on, where am I?” “You’re at what we call ‘The Maze.’ Here let me show you around. Over there, that is the main house, that is the farm, those are the woods, and those big doors, they’re the entrance to the maze. Do not go in there.” “Wait, why can’t I go there?” “Because it’s dangerous, there are creatures

opened his eyes. They were blue, Taran’s deep blue, and Taran did not bother to check his tears of love. “Did you hear all that?” asked Alis, a soft smile on her face. “Not a word,” Taran confessed. Veerah chuckled. “Don’t worry, Alis. I’ll relay anything he needs to know. I appreciate your knowledge about twins, as I have little.” “I’ve only delivered one other set of twins, so much I what I know is anecdotal…” The women kept chatting, and Taran shifted Leo into his left arm, then motioned for Veerah

The White Owl I know you. I know who you are. What you are… The voice was the same that had appeared in his dreams a week ago. The words were growing inside Warrior’s head. The speech was deep and faint at the beginning, but now it’s clear, loud and without harsh, elusive tone. As the voice spoke again, a gigantic foggy presence rose inside his mind, filling, overwhelming his senses with the oversized image of White Owl. Will you join me? Will you help me? Do you know your father? The Warrior did

"Harlan, honey, what are you doing?"Asked Harlan Sander's wife. He was fishing on the bank of a pond, his face was down, and wrinkles of worry were popping up all over his face. The corners of his mouth twitched. His eyes were tired and looked as if he had not slept in a long time. "I am fishing, trying to catch us dinner, after all, we do have to close our shop" "Honey, its ok we have enough money to last us a while, we will not be sleeping in the streets anytime soon!" "That money cannot

“Eve! Evaline! Where are you?” Your mother is calling to you, and you are giggling as your chubby little hand is held over your mouth. You glance over to your left and then your right, behind the large willow tree. You are only five, but you know your mother has a smile on her lips. You have never traveled far from her, but when you do, its to play this game with her. Hide and seek. You are always hiding, hoping to be found and swept up into your mother’s arms. It is when you are looking over your left