The Giant Bomb In The Sky
Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at least the start of World War III. I stared at…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at least the start of World War III. I stared at…
Written by M.J.C Mom was beautiful. She looked perplexed and perhaps a bit annoyed. She stood there for what seemed like an hour, but was really only about seven minutes.…
Written by M.J.C I was early. I was always early. I’m comfortable being alone and settling in before meeting or dining with friends, or anyone really. I need that time…
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.