Lenny and Pat were squeezed under a small sewing table in the tailor’s shop, shaking. The blood had drained out of Lenny’s usual gray, plump face — he was slowly turning paler, and tiny droplets of water were forming around his forehead.
By TC Best4 months ago in Fiction
Moving through dust and dirt Moving through dust and dirt to find something living wasn’t her thought, but her knowing told her otherwise.
By TC Best11 months ago in Poets
Awareness arises against adversity, achieve an acquired approach and aspire again. Abandon anxious actions; avoid anger.
By TC Bestabout a year ago in Poets
Teachers take time to train, tutor, teach timeless traditions; touching thoughts. Thoughts, these terrible things; thinking tortures the tribe.
Intentions initially invite ideas, it is inevitable. Inactions inhabit illness; ignorance inflames insecurities. Impulsive indifferences in idealism incorporate instant injuries,
GOLDEN Golden glamour greets Guardians; groovy grandsire, grandmothers, granddaughters, grandsons, granddaughters, godmothers, godfathers,
Slide back in the kitchen, Stoop down small and listen, Someone’s coming; Sugar, flour, candles in arms, Salt, grease, and some charm,
Mary Reed Speakman came from old money, owning half of downtown real estate and redeveloping old rundown factors. Some people said she had more tenants than three beyond-capacity supermax prisons combined.
By TC Bestabout a year ago in Fiction
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She didn’t question her surroundings anymore; Roberta Markem's questions rose like yeast dough and quickly dissolved like sugar in water. I don’t think she remembered her name. She didn’t remember why the man was asleep in her bed, in her room, stretched out on the king-size mattress with his feet dangling off the end. He looked familiar, like one of her brother’s sons. Yet, she couldn’t remember either of them, person or name.
Get Marcus! That’s all I was thinking. I couldn’t feel my legs. I didn’t know what was happening. I remember stumbling into the washroom, trying to hold myself up. I knocked open one of the stall doors with one hand, quickly unzipped my trousers, and threw my backside onto the white porcelain. There was no time to line the toilet seat bowl with the two-ply toilet paper. No energy was left to reach for the all-purpose toilet seat covering sheet attached to the stall wall.
A CHAPTER: Butterfly “Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” said the floating Sphere. “Go on, take off your helmet. There’s oxygen here.”
By TC Best2 years ago in Fiction
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Quinn raised his metal cup to his mouth and took a sip. “No one knew how long the candle was burning or who might have lit it. The cabin was all boarded up with bob-wired fencing over the exit points, including the chimney.”