As a child playing hide and seek, Rhine never could have known. That one day the prize at stake would be a life, his very own. You need a spot, a hidden spot, quickly it must be found. It must be perfect, it must be right, the hunters will be around. They have arrived; they…

Summertime, And the livin’ ain’t easy Z’s are prowlin’ And the threat level’s high Your daddy was rich And your mamma was good lookin’ So hush little baby Don’t you cry One of these mornings You’re going to rise up moaning Then you’ll spread your jaws And you’ll take your first bite But till that…

Nothing moves. I still have the photograph. I keep a paper copy in my old, battered wallet. I also have it on the USB stick that I keep in the tiny pocket on the right side of my jeans, along with the few songs that I really liked, and the few pictures I liked enough…

I had a dream.  A dream that was vivid enough to perpetuate lucidity.  It wasn’t the first time I had seen the decadence of the past pervading the future.  These ideals, and imperfections haunt me every now and then, but never like this.  My bed was moist, for I had sweat vigorously.  Despite my discomfort, I arrived to…

This is a very metaphorical piece. I am new to this .. “internet publishing” of literature. I hope that you enjoy, and if I can, I will post more soon. Thank you!

She gave him everything he ever needed. Sometimes she had to work 60 hours a week. Sometimes she may have had to give a little more to her supervisors than she wanted to, but her son was never left without what he needed. Not to say she gave him everything he wanted. He never did…