My eyes cannot  stay open tonight. For weeks I have longed to pull back  the thin sheet that separates me from anxious drea...

Covered in grease, she walked down the aisle, that brown-haired girl who had such style. Coffee in hand, she hummed all the while. And po...

* archived from Masterpiece in a Day in Fountain Square, Indianapolis, September 2007 (third place) There is no pep in the step of this l...