The Chimes at Midnight

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    He started, sensing a presence behind him.   “There aren’t many people who can sneak up on me,” he refl...

For "Her." Let’s sit and write a sonnet together, Just you and I. I’ll pour some drinks and play Songs that still remind me, while...

The chalk outline, white against the concrete, Marks the scene of the crime, as a crowd Gathers, like greedy vultures, in the street. “Did s...