Hint of Love- © Steven D. Hoheneder I’m looking for a hint of love Someone here or above A love that cares and a face that wears For me always I need to find who I am, what I’ll be See me, love me for who I am But you don’t give a damn You don’t see me as you Just an imperfect tool Looking for a hint of love Someone here or above A love that cares and a face that wears For me always I can’t be you and you can’t be me I try but never see you reaching for me Don’t know what I can do Absent care...

“Free the kids; I’m going after the bomb,” the lady officer said. Two officers ran toward the boys and worked to free them. One of the officers picked at and peeled the tape away from the boys’ mouths. “Agh!” Jesse groaned. “We’re glad to see you.” “Are you boys okay?” The officer asked. “We’ll be better when we get out of here,” Mark said. “You got that right Mark,” Jesse said. After the second officer freed Mark, he rushed over to Dan and quickly cut at the rope that tied Dan to the chair. ...

Tomorrow’s Promise© Trouble at Dock 3: Chapter 1 Steven Hoheneder Fifteen-year-old Dan Jenkins walked the piers of Petersen’s marina on his nightly routine building checks. He carried a flashlight in his hand, a small notebook in his shirt pocket, and good sense. Dan checked the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. Dan jotted a quick note in his electronic pocketbook and continued. The pocketbook worked like a PDA but much better. He could send his regular reports as he finished t...