by Melinda VanLone | Dec 9, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
“What are they?” Jeneka couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice. The statues loomed in the afternoon sun, large, intimidating, and breathtaking. “Horses.” Jake stood a short distance from her, as if wanting her to experience this on her own. She moved closer to the...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 14, 2011 | Thoughts |
Some of my socks have gone on safari. They’ve left their better halves behind to form a sad, dejected pile of unwearable socks. Unwearable, that is, if you like your socks to match, which I do. I suspect at this moment the missing socks are forming a Coalition for...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 11, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
With death in fast pursuit, Jeneka kept her feet moving. She’d been running full out for over 30 city sections. Her lungs burned, her legs cramped, and tears leaked out of her eyes making it impossible to see much. She’d attracted a lot of attention along the way,...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 4, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
Katy crouched in the shadows behind a shrub next to the center fountain and waited. Stickers itched her bare legs but she didn’t scratch. She didn’t want to give herself away. The water crashed so much she couldn’t hear anything but the roar. From where she knelt, she...
by Melinda VanLone | Oct 31, 2011 | Thoughts |
The World Series is not something I usually watch, because my favorite team is usually not in it. I am a Texas Rangers fan, and this year was their shining moment in the sun. That is, until game 6, when the sun shattered into a billion pieces while I watched the game...
