'Fate's screwing with me they say,' I told her ( Read more... )

'Silent again, boy ( Read more... )

The boy sings to the girl as she stands by her window. She pushes her hair away and looks down. She cannot see him but she knows he is there. The midnight air is heady and the stars seem to dance to the boy's haunting melody ( Read more... )

It was a calm spring morning. James Weatherby, programmer extraordinaire, swaggered down Chatham street with the manner of one quite pleased with the world. He stopped momentarily at Branden's grocery store for a few tulips. His mother loved tulips. Paying a shilling for the vibrant orange flowers, he greeted elderly Mrs Branden good-day and gave a ( Read more... )