About: Diana

“Oh, hey,” I say, my voice filled with trepidation. “How’s it goin’?” “Oh, you know,” the small man shrugs his already hunched shoulders. “Same as usual.” I sit down next to him perched on the edge of a large sectional couch, sipping my drink awkwardly. “That good, eh?” We both chuckle humorlessly. Across the crowded…

UPDATE: I made some small edits before I entered this into a writing contest over at Writer’s Digest. (Wahoo!!) I edited the loaves part to make better sense and I changed what she thinks to herself as everyone gathers for breakfast. 🙂 I also changed the title to “Thirteen Little Things” when I turned it…

Sandy tiptoed lightly in the almost-dark. The surface felt hard and flat like a rock, but it didn’t suck the heat from her feet. It looked brown like a tree, but there was no bark. Moonlight filtered into the room through a humongous square hole in the wall between the floor and the ceiling. Everything…

“You let a vagrant into our apartment?! Are you nuts, Cherry?” “He was hungry,” Cherry shrugged. “I only brought him out some warm soup. We sat and talked on the front porch. Did I tell you he once met the Dalai Llama? Besides, he’s not a vagrant- he’s a student.” Her mouth hung open. Before…

The soft whir of power source fans and the hushed, whispering voices slowly came back into focus as William raised his head from the desk and rubbed his eyes. That was the third time he had woken up in the computer lab on campus during just one assignment. The combination of late nights and mountains…