The Starving Activist is the sometimes-home for words. AR Neal (that’s me) finds them, cultivates them, and leaves them here. Enjoy.

Green-Walled Tower: Visual Fiction, 7 April 2013: The Dome

Overhead, the waves rolled ever stronger. The storm was strengthening and could be heard over the din of the city. As the morning progressed and the streets became even more filled with workday travelers, school children, and home-body shoppers, a few looked up and were thankful for the dome.Only one small boy was there, standing with his mother on First Street, to see the first crack.

My first offering for the Visual Fiction prompt, found here.

Saturday Centus, Week 154: Ending the Endless Loop

Camp NNWM, Day 7