Drab grey cement, covered in graffiti, amplified the staccato of her heels to Tommy Gun decibels. Echoes of each report rolled through the urban canyon that used to be the greatest city in the world. Sadly, just the skeleton of the beast remained. The main arteries had long ago been bled dry by the greedy... Continue Reading →
Maples and pines veiled the mountain. Reds, yellows, and oranges delineated the transition of creation. A vibrant tribute to summer’s acquiescence. The crisp air infused grateful lungs with a blessing reluctant to leave, as evidenced by its tenuous, misty remnants. Isaac blew into his hands hoping to return them to a functional state. They, along... Continue Reading →
There's something magical about a small town when considered in retrospect. The people are always more civilized than their big city counterparts. The values are always clear and simple. Right is right and wrong is wrong and there really is no in between. It takes less effort to be who you are than it does... Continue Reading →
Author Duane Deats 