Home Coming
The high school auditorium is packed chock-full of people, many I don’t recognize. It’s been at least three years since…
The high school auditorium is packed chock-full of people, many I don’t recognize. It’s been at least three years since…
The Actress stood barefoot in the hallway, discoursing on what great respect she had for me even though we could…
©2011 Glass Onion Productions A knock on the door. A disheveled looking thirty-some year old man opens it to find…
By Nat Whilk ©2011 Glass Onion Productions The window was open and nothing was coming in. Laura moaned as she…
“My name doesn’t matter,” she says as you attempt conversation behind the buzzing of the cafe. She’ll stand in front…
You go to Office Depot or Staples one Saturday morning. You are well rested, invigorated for the words to flow…
I. How do we recognize another person? What makes them memorable to us? Do we base identification of that other…
This here’s a bit of a comin’ of age romance that makes no sense, has no growth and just seeks…
Every pleasure I had in life I have to reclaim, because now, there is nothing that is just mine. A…
The window was down, letting the cool air in. The morning was dressed in beauty with the sun brilliant in…