kevin

She was young and I so much older. People gave looks as we walked on the cobble Main Street. Jackie passed by us wearing sunglasses. We'd missed the last ferry. The Captain's House had a room and I cut my finger when opening the Bordeaux. "Look you can see the harbor from this window," she. Her legs and calves were strong. She saw blood on my hand and...

norman

how is it potato chips weigh so little making me weigh so much her research paper began on him consuming her energy do you want some you meaning do i want some more of course i do once you've learned enough is enough about mass a course in mass expansion what are you trying to say i shouldn't be moving out well of course you should if its getting to heavy for you by any degree you're going for in some other state

Nate Reed

The room's too cold. Elliot's with his mom. Winter's in ICU after the surgery to close his stoma. Carey even took the cat with her. The neighbor's R&B bleeds through the walls. I wait beside a silent telephone. I proudly wear my thrift store sweater. The neighbor's blasting “Ghetto Superstar.” I didn't know anyone still listened to that song. “Showdown in Little Tokyo” is one of the best bad movies ever. I'd like to talk much longer, but I'm on someone else's cell phone time.

Jean

 "I shine" I hear this handsome Korean man saying with a thick tongue. I frown and twirl around. He runs in front of me and I walked into his chest. It was firm. I hated him and this clumsy dance we have started. STOP Inhale exhale blink "Lhuuun!" He says. All I could do is wonder how balanced his upper lip is to his lower one. Ears ringing, coughing and brushing these chips of plaster off my shoulders...LIGHTS

Jean

I heard "I shine" but the tongue sounded thick and a disconnect suddenly became evident: the handsome Korean man with great hair did not speak English and speaks with a terrible voice. If I had a penis it went flaccid; there is no terminology for us, women, when such things happen. "Oh, you don't speak English! OK, bye," I say and quickly turn around. I feel him touch my shoulder and the loud pounding music of the club stops. 
Everything STOPS. 
I draw a deep breathe in  fear crawling up my spine as quick as a spider and the first thought, North Korea is bombing Seoul! When I exhale I will feel my flesh burning off and the scent of sulphur will sting my nostrils and I will run as the ceiling starts raining on me. 
BLINK
"I shy." He says. I twirl around and look deeply into his almond shaped eyes and notice his eyes are the color of English black tea. Since I moved to South Korea to be an English teacher I have noticed there are so many different shades of black and brown for hair and eyes. I feel my mouth frown and he smiles and tickles me under my arms.
"8:20 train to Bristol, all aboard!" 
"Maggie hurry up we've got to board!" a beautiful mouth of evenly balanced upper and bottom lip is speaking to me. "Carl?" I hear myself say and those eyes the color of tea widen and grabs my bag and says to run. I follow him, he is wearing a black cashmere, three-quarter coat. I am wearing a warm white knitted sweater coat. It feels good like a quilt.
INHALE
The air is cool and moist as I taste it in my mouth. I run my tongue over my teeth and notice I didn't brush my them. We are running towards Gate 34.

Jan

“No, we don’t have your baby.” The old blue hair volunteer was kind, but not helpful.

“But this IS the hospital Lost and Found.”

“It is not that kind of Lost and Found, honey.“

“My Doctor keeps telling me I lost the baby.”

That day UPS delivered a package to me the size of two shoe boxes. The words “CAUTION: CONTENTS MUST BE KEPT FROZEN” were stamped in large red letters on both sides of the box.
I opened it.

Gary

To make this easy you can visit YouTube under the name " Neanderthal Feather Walkers " or go to talenthouse under the name Gary B. Faerber and view the whole imaged children's storybook in colorful images. Most of the images is on facebook but limited words for every page. Thank you for your time and have a very happy holiday!

Wendy

An unusual listing in the classifieds caught her eye. After everything that had gone wrong, maybe they would find a suitable home after all. This listing included all the “must haves”: ocean views; beam ceilings; & spacious rooms. But what is a “fifty gallon barrel fireplace?” Then the reality sunk in: this is a home for the broken hearted. No buyers, just folks who look the other way- away from under the boardwalk.

michelle

Loss of warmth as the pale grey color slowly changes the once alive body into a heavy lifeless mass. Lips shrivel and slightly part. Body twitches as remnants of organs shut down. I fold and tuck her in as if she was a child going to bed and place the stuffed animal under her arm. A gentle kiss is placed on her forehead. As I say goodnight, I whisper “sweet dreams mom”. A picture is taken to remember the moment.

norman

fading in he picked the child from glass speckled mulch looked for slivers he gently brushed her as she gazed down on him with serenity he'd seen in di vinci paintings as he found a glass splinter in his pointer starting to pimple red humanity the little girl winched and then laughed as he gaily raised her to a woman probably her mother rushing bull faced snarling she snatch her as he faded wounded

norman

silver rose fell from his pocket and he was arrested with her love more questions he'd have to answer to her liking discipline he submitting to her intoxicated glare to steal his possessions on her body if not in it she'd hidden his key to his manhood as his pockets turned inside out she had his time his peace as she cuffed him face down to later slam him against the car molesting him with her charges holding power

norman

confined pretending they were free year after year seeing their power to decline taken from them their right to greatest ascendency reduced they stared out the window stared remembering what it was like what it must have been like with their earlier wings the ability to right their situation without crutches as they handled turbulence proudly their final approach land as a naked pilot a private nose job own cockpit

kevin

Ann saw the second full moon within the month through her stone basement cell. The queen hated her for having slept with Henry. The guard gave her wine, walked her to the henchman, and cried over her beauty. "Wait," she said.

norman

i would like you to write the word read in yell o aloud while you lick yourself in the mirror think how hard it must be to comprehend beyond a perspective you have not experienced any different than you were willing to imagine following me from the art studio to downpour poor umbrellas made for blocking the sun from old cold people at the beach with lifeguards angels in sunglasses looking out for youth hung over

Amber

So I’m jumping up and down on my bed singing the “Ghoastbusters” theme song and I’m right in the middle of my wicked air keytar solo and a chilling thought suddenly enters my mind. A thought that shook me to my very soul. “Am I getting to old for this?” Sad air violin solo.

norman

she could have grown up on any chocolate she wanted she wanted to know why there weren't any salt cubes she could have been read in a pink dress as mad blue jeans were more her leather jacket suited for motorcycle rides around no dependents hill she would ride to peek valleys were depressions she would take on her way back up to fun looking out over structures abandoned estates she'd flip on just too sweet couples

norman

when he first learned all his toys were owned by his father is when he decided to become a mechanic take them all apart as preparation for joining the mob later that life he joined the police authority as he got better paid in justice he denied his involvement chop shops involving human traffic crossing his paternal path he was struck by his indifference to his own emergency lights flashing in his fog

norman

no one had ever seen exactly what I have in store so that's how you came into existence to be yourself you will need to express wounded elbows are not our aspirations lenis through our pores your outpourings absorbed by the old grounds we walk on and the new rivers we channel i too was created through information scripted in just so many characters as space time would allow me to unfold to you

norman

my parents played with me like a cat i grew up believing i was independent now i treat them not like dogs instead like gold … fish

John

Bolting as fast as he could move toward the kitchen door a mere second before the blast, he had the presence of mind to swipe at the knob and turn off the stove. His split-second reaction was heroic, but futile as the over-pressurized steam blasted a soaking cloud of beef stew onto the ceiling, two walls, and a window.
"Oh man, what a day," she exclaimed, opening the front door to the wonderful smell of beef stew.