Azila

A SpeechThe great Dining Hall was abuzz with conversation; a guest had come to the university from far away. This guest was an old gentleman with white, bushy hair, mustache ...

A Demonstration A floor-length turquoise cloak and bright purple hat on the hat stand outside the kitchen announced the presence of Professor Z. –as Zephyros had come to be called ...

Snow. It is all that I see. I am surrounded by the gleaming blizzard; it swirls down to the ground me. I am lying on my side, half buried in ...

This is only part-fiction. I actually saw the woman asleep in the airport in one of many out-of-place rocking lawn chairs, but I made up her story. ---------------------- The long, ...

A little girl in a blue dress the deep color of the evening sky with white lace like stars frolics with a friend. They roll together on the rug, now ...

I had this scene floating around in my head and just had to write it down. I don't usually write stuff like this, but I like the way this came ...

I went for a walk at midnight last night, and this is based on that experience. Many of the things actually happened. ------------ The faint call of an owl drifts ...

A flash of lightning momentarily illuminates the landscape. The sky is a tumultuous battlefield. The wind is an almost visible current that tatters the white clouds and enrages the dark ...

A feeble sun shines down on an old man waiting at the abandoned railroad station. The brown leaves from the dying trees bristle stiffly, occasionally fluttering down around the old ...

I am woken from a light sleep as a small red creature of some sort whizzes across the room. I open one eye to observe the creature; it appears to ...

My bubble of idle thought bursts as the electric school bell rings, sharp and metallic like an alarm clock. The rustle of papers and the squeak of metal chair legs ...

This is for Caligula's Stolen Dialogue Contest. NOTE: I haven't written in past for a while, and though I combed very carefully, I'm afraid there might be a few slips... ...

Back and forth, back and forth. Windshield wipers flashed across the woodland landscape in a hypnotic dance. Their song of swoosh-ka, swoosh-ka was a regular drumbeat against the erratic ping-ping-ti-

“Up and at ‘em!” “Mhrr-hmm…” he rolled over, flailing his limbs in the oppressive heat. His legs were suffocated in a tangle of sheets. “Jason, it’s me, Sierra,” a kind, ...

Diamonds bob playfully on little waves. They wink and twirl, bobbing underwater only to pop back up again. They make a kind of trail across the green water, out to ...

My fingers trail down Kenny’s forehead and alight on two warm, delicate balls. Our eyes. The air is cool here – cooler than the others – and the pressing whine ...