The (800) How’s-My-Driving bumper sticker on the back of my box van was the monkey wrench to throw my driving record off kilter, the tattle tale to potentially rip my pay check out of the palm of my hand. Every heckler on the street, every joker on the road was invited to call in and cast their vote on my performance. A phantom of uncertainties could run me off the side of the road like a bundled out eighteen wheeler....

CREATIVE WRITING FOR SENIORS: A SUMMER'S TALE

I. Elderhostel...old people on a college campus

Though getting on and off the bus wasn't always easy, and some of those shit-little...

La Cagoule

I. Moments of craziness, moments of laughter

"Mom, who really killed Dad?" Brianna asked suddenly.

A fuzzy white haze clouded Brenda's mind for second or two blurring her view of the bright turquoise hillsides that surrounded Asherton Falls.

"I did," Brenda said, feeling the blood drain from her face. She dropped the knife she was using to dice onions into the sink and in a partial and all too- familiar trance gazed out on the ugliness of Tech Village....

THE GREEN PEOPLE

I. Nicholas and Hannah in the parking lot of Fine-FoodCo

The Saab 550 rocked back and forth visibly to all passers-by, but not for good reasons. Nicholas and Hannah were doing what they had been doing best for the last few months of their barely year-long marriage: Argue. They were pounding their seats, the dashboard, the doors and came perilously close to pounding one another, but fortunately their middle-American upbringing prevented them from crossing that line....

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! "I hate that alarm..." I mumble sleepily as i hit the off button. i get up off my bed and trip over a toy, stubbing my big toe. " motherfu-" i yell, but then i remember how i share my room with my seven year old neice... i grumbledicontentedly and stand up. i turn on my desk lamp and look for clothes to wear to school today....