Find your next favourite story now
Login
Michael
Over 90 days ago
United States

Stories

Series

Life Beyond

Outlet of Grief

The hot water streams over my body, engulfing me…My breaths become pants, then suddenly pause.My stare freezes at the water droplets passing by, as I see her face again.time stops…My breath removed, my blood gone cold, my heart drains,… like her.She is gone, I am alone.But here I can cry, here I can moan, here I can wail.My muted scream rises but is stifled in my throat.Later, I will be strong, I must be strong, I must be...

Amor de Alma

A Day to Sail

“Whoaaa…” I answer as the first gust hits and she heels over, her rail dipping into the sea. Her bow pulls windward and I pull the wheel back while easing the mainsheet. A few minutes earlier the fog had moved in, leaving me suddenly surrounded in mist. I could see the bow, but beyond that was a mystery. Worse than a mystery, there was a bridge ahead; a railway bridge, and beyond that another bridge for cars. But between...

My Moon

A few simple words of love.

Her avatar is a cause célèbre, in life a beauty to be seen, but my anxious heart intercedes, this image is my queen.- The words she writes may only seem, smoothly flowing poetic lines, yet in each line and each word I sense, her tender heart still shines.- In her daily strife, she sometimes stumbles, it is her one beau geste, I am there, to pick her up, to feel her pain, to hold her to my chest.- When she is happy, when s...

Before I Die

Find the passion in your life.

I would sail across the Pacific, Visit the islands so remote. I would see the Northern Lights, Upon my own sailboat.- I would ride the city subway, An empty car, late at night. Spend Carnival in Rio, Dressed as a winged knight.- Ride a gondola in Venice, Sharing a bottle of wine. Write a novel about passion, The words and thoughts all mine.- Dance the tango in Argentina, Visit the Acropolis in Greece. Whale watching in Sa...

For Words Alone

Love on the internet.

Can I love someone,Never seeing their face,Without their touch,Or their warm embrace?Can I love someone,Never seeing their eyes,Without their caress,Would it be wise?Can I love someone,Never seeing their smile,Without their kiss,Only their writing style?Can I love someone,Never hearing their cries,Without their body,Would it be a disguise?If they are not beautiful,If they are not young,If I discovered all that,By a slip o...

Empty Kitchen

My father spoke of my mom's love of the sunrise at her funeral, thus I dedicate this to her.

“Shoot!” The exclamation punctuated the sound of pottery shattering. My neighbor, Karen had dropped a cup. It lay in shards across the hard kitchen tile. “Don’t worry, it’s just a cup. I have others,” I say, fetching the broom and dustpan. “I am sorry, sometimes I’m just so clumsy.” “Ah... it was just an old coffee cup, nothing to worry about.” My knees creak as I stoop to gather the shards. Recognizing it, I pause, lost...

A Gilded Cage

Can a bird still fly in a gilded cage?

‘We approach each other, I gaze in your face, I find your lips tender, as we kiss in a daze. Again and again we kiss, with each more yearning then before, Then, I awaken, I am alone, yet not so alone as before.’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms,...