Her gaze lingered a little longer than was intended, and in that moment a thousand possibilities were excepted, yet the moment fleeted mere seconds too late, to stop him walking away, a romance that could have been the story of ages never realized. Into the cold winter's morning he drifted...
Geez. Don't know how this is gonna go. Started out as an exercise in using a common writing advice for a creative piece and this is what my hazy brain did. Enjoy the odd turn indeed! Here is 'Summer Goes' Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light dancing on... Continue Reading →
Isa woke to the rattling hum of an old air conditioner that needed some maintenance. His head throbbed and his eyes ached. He reached up in the darkness to touch his head and found it bandaged. He felt around the bed, registering that it wasn't his, and it was small. Curiously, it had disengaged hand... Continue Reading →
Darkness. It swallowed everything. Everything it touched turned cold, like a deep, dark pool of water crushing in around you and you can't move. You can't move because you're too scared. You can't move because that lecherous water is too damn cold, it steals your breath away, and you search for hope. That small remnant... Continue Reading →
This is a sequel to an old supernatural poem, Vampire Days. Hope you enjoy! He who hears the siren call In the empty night, he walked, miles of woods surrounds, within them he was told, a golden gate was bound to freedom and crowd, it would lead, let his ashen dreams be once more, flourish... Continue Reading →
Mist rolled over the hills with the slipping sun, and in the dusty light of the evening, Michael took to his age old rocking chair on the back patio, and smoked his pipe. It's smoke bellowed and disappeared, one with the mist down the hill. He lived alone these days, as he had always done... Continue Reading →
Under the emerald sky these eyes roam lavish dreams spread wings the beams that light life under passionate fires once more it seems to ignite.
Meander through the mazes through the ages the symphony of life carries on. From mother to child, the wisdom ferries on. To have and to hold, to live till age gold, while tomorrow is never sold, never told. Meander through the ages old. Never the one story told.
May I tell you a tale tonight? A tale that may not be worthy? May I tell you a tale tonight, so tomorrow you remember me? Through the light of the fire, and grit of sand below, sweeping ocean teasing at your feet, trying to reach a higher shore. Let me tell you a tale... Continue Reading →