Creating stories one word at a time
Billie McCorkle The hate clung to the air-contagious-breathe tears flowed, eyes red, fists pumped, our faces hot they yell, they spew lies, over and they teethe in time-living backwards in thought The light that was ensured did not appear shouts and fists pumped through the air-in time they stared and making us part of their fear uncertain … Read more
I woke up to blinding white light and as I tried to get up from the bed I was tugged back by arm restraints. I tossed my head from side to side. The room was white. Not off white but pure white. No pictures, no television, no curtains. Most importantly, no windows. The inside of … Read more
Excerpt from ‘Fresh Meat in a Pool of Piranhas’ – The bell rang and we all stepped into the hallway. The milk man had arrived. He set down the crate which was filled with tiny cartons of milk. You had your choice of chocolate or white. The chocolate milk was like fresh meat in a … Read more
Copies of ‘Clawz vs Dawgs’ coming soon.
Fictitious respect handed down to her a baby face and bottom crying dropped in fifth consistent battle whisperer the pain and guilt her stomach would sink popped Fast forward through ten or eleven years she sits here getting beat up in sundown she knows exactly why—her dreams drowned smear the rain stopped turning the world … Read more