Sunday Photo Fiction: Bad Dream
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg. Advertisements
Sunday Photo Fiction: Sleepwalker
I shut my eyes, trying to think back to the dream I had the previous night.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Secret Santa
Based partially on my real life…
Sunday Photo Fiction: Dear Autumn
September 29, 2016 Dear Autumn, I want to thank you. Because of you, I met the most perfect guy today. It was while I was walking in the park, admiring the trees’ ever-changing colors. Autumn has always been my favorite season. I guess I’m attracted to dead leaves. 😄 Anyway, I was gazing up at…
Sunday Photo Fiction: Witness Protection
“So how did you love-birds meet?” Lucy sipped her wine.
Sunday Photo Fiction: House on the River
After looking at more than thirty houses in the last three months, Ed and Kendra had just about enough.
Sunday Photo Fiction: You Lose
Well, this day just gets better and better, I thought sarcastically as I raced across the field where three cups perched on its wooden stands. What do I do now? Play spin the cup like a circus clown?
Sunday Photo Fiction: A Spy’s Meeting Place
“Where did you go?” His girlfriend asked, arms folded, eyes narrowed, interrogation-style.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Day of Destruction
It was six decades ago when humans invaded my village.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Unforgettable
I have visited this property once every years ever since my Uncle Billy died. Now, an empty and broken structure sitting at the corner of Main Street and First Avenue, this was once the neighborhood gathering spot and my home.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Cheater
One week earlier… “Weston? What are you doing here? It’s 3 AM.” I rubbed my eyes.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Slow Torture
As his vision slowly returned, three women stood arms folded before him, all donned in black leather.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Don’t You Know?
“Honey, I’m home!” Ross ran into the house and slammed the door.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Revenge
On a cold winter night, in the depth of the woods, a scream pierced the air.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Mount Venus
I understood the risks when I decided to move here to be with my husband – that there was a chance this town would become another Pompeii.
Sunday Photo Fiction: The Mission
“Do you understand your assignment?” The agent nodded.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Secret Ink
“How are you feeling, Reina?” My counselor asked. I shrugged. “Today’s the tenth anniversary of your mother’s death.”
Sunday Photo Fiction: Destruction
In the middle of the night, banging and hurrying footsteps woke us up. The landlord was evacuating everyone in the building. “Planes had been spotted just outside the city,” He shouted, “They are coming!”
Sunday Photo Fiction: Perfect Protagonist
She peered around the corner and spoke into her mouth piece, “What do you see up ahead?”
Sunday Photo Fiction: The Study
Hesitant, I turned the knob of her grandfather’s study.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Followed
“Who is it?” Sean asked from inside the room.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Spring
For the first time in months, she managed to peek outside.
Sunday Photo Fiction: How a Bad Day Must Feels Like
Someone screamed, snapping me back to reality, you need to run, my brain told me as I looked up and watched a million shards of glass hurling toward me like rain. Then, the strangest thing happened. It was like everything stopped, like everyone had become frozen in time while every piece of glass from the…
