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Tick  A squalling newborn Tock I merely blinked And the minutes have Disintegrated, Dust in my trembling hands. The wind whisk...

His grief stopped everything. Pendulums, covered in opaque stillness, Intricate gears rusted into grudging quiescence. Yet His heart keeps p...

"What the hell happened to us?" Laura was stretched out in her favorite chair, her neatly pedicured feet resting on the ottoman....

Prompt: This week I want you to take me to your version of 8:00 -AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less. This is a ...

I come from a military family. The military is all about promptness. If you are a soldier and you are supposed to be somewhere at 0500 hour...