Henry

Cold, that's what it was, cold. No one had to tell him that, he just knew. The night washing up around him in great waves over the plains, not a single other soul in sight, he knew. And in that one instant the man turned and walked back into his tiny house all alone. The wind came down then, cold and fast from the mountains above his house. There had been a village there once. The wind carrying...

Counting Pennies: counting pennies on the ground a pile here a pile there i've been counting penies on the ground all around my thumb i've gone and found not one that seems to thumb it's nose at me like someone does i don't know just why it does do tell me why it does counting pennies on the ground there seem to be more of them around do you know just where they've gone i've been counting penni...

Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Genna. She lived within the great forest just outside of the old town of ManjaVille. There was much trouble within the old city though, and three hundred years of conflict between the old and the new had left scars deeper than most could see. The great trees within the Old Forest had been working deeper into the city for thousands of years, and o...

FRESHMEN PHOTOS 2005-2006 Paul Bauer.Spaulding.NEBRASKA Hi this is Paul Bauer. I’m from Spaulding, NE and a graduate of Spaulding Academy. Spaulding is a small farming community and I’ve lived and worked on a small farm my whole life thus far. In high school I was active in football, track, band, National Honor Society, and a bunch of other random activities. In my free time I usually surf th...

Henry Schimke Dream of a Dying City The rain woke her. The drops fell on her face and arms, wetting the scrap of blanket that she clutched. It was not yet near dawn. She huddled closer to the wall which towered above her. She crinkled her nose against the sharp scent of smoke that filled the frigid air. It was late winter and it had not snowed yet. The burnt shell of the church rose high above...

A woman behind the counter says to a boy, “You’ll have to fill that out here.” -Retail- 1) For some reason the floor looked an awful lot like a hopscotch game. Little squares outlined in red, there weren’t any numbers, but that didn’t seem to matter. I tried to play a bit, but found that even this was not enough to stop the slow onset of boredom. I had stood in this little hallway for nearly ...

It wasn't warm enough to let the dog out yet. And looking out the screen door into the back yard still too wet to play in, i couldn't help but wish Trish was back. Not that i ever loved her, fuck that shit. Fuck love. ANd fuck trish too really. Too many long nights alone with her, and two long years of not really knowing her. Fuck trish, and fuck her sister too. I did another line of coke off t...

Chapter 1 Sitting with Bev on the balcony, looking down the alley after-dark, both of us just a little drunk. “it was an accident, you know,” too drunk to really know what she’s trying to tell me, not drunk enough not to care, “what was,” confused. “Your roommate, it was an accident,” and she’s already slurring her words too much, so I get her another drink from the cooler we have between us. I...

Furtive Glances Henry Schimke March 2004 Schimke ● 2 My brother and I had never been close before that summer in ’93. It was not, perhaps, that we did not love each other, but more that we had spent too many long nights sitting alone listening to our parents forget their vows. It was sometime during those nights that we became embittered towards each other, or more the blood we shared. When ...

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