Riding the coattails of false hopes Hoax, Hoax, Hoax Illusions of a stable safety Built on a delusive contentment reality Hollow questions and responses Promises, Promises, Promises Devastation occurs even with good intentions Honeyed words fall flat without actions Shakes of excitement, quivers of anticipation Expectations, Expectations, Expectations Fantastical plans without any initiatives Results in forlorn alternativ...

With shadows raining singing to treble nothing but silence with a fragrance of the Bathsheba rose and ghosts with pinions awakening seeds of the Hollyhocks becoming dreams of honey and tea with wings of bees fading thimble listening to murmurs of sympathy sweetening the cultured lox with shadows raining singing to treble

Miss Emily called the critters over to her and said, "It's time for us to have special company.“ The critters cheered and Scamp ran around in circles. Miss Emily giggled and said, "The children from the children's home are coming to spend Halloween with us. So today we will get the buildings and barn ready for spooky fun.“ The critters cheered and then settled down quickly to listen to the rest of Miss Emily's instruction...

When they met, he never imagined his life would be so full of love. Though his wife has autism and moderate cerebral palsy, oftentimes acting much younger than her biological age to the point where she sees him as her one and only protector, he loves her unconditionally. To anyone else, they probably seem like a strange match, but neither of them care. He does his best to shield her from the questioning looks and hateful...

Haunting capricious shadow a silence grandeur to adore of darkness half-strangled kneeling at naked shores with love's restrained and a theatrical footprint beneath my door as my quill deploys as before a silence grandeur to adore

In a beautiful house on the outskirts of a large city, the six-year-old Benjamin was playing with his grandfather. Benjamin was the kind of kid who could never sit quietly. His active imagination made an adventure out of everything. That day, Benjamin was an Indian warrior, and his grandfather a cowboy who was taken prisoner and tied to a column in center of a room. Benjamin, with a feather in his headband, was dancing ar...

Miranda’s knees were locked and there was a slight tremble in her legs. Despite the cool weather, she felt sweat break out onto her back the moment they stepped into the clearing. The cold snap had settled in a few days ago. Fall was coming. This time of year seemed to ignite a sense of adventure in the kids in her neighborhood. Herself included. How else could she explain standing at the edge of Evergreen Woods, or as th...

The road disappeared behind me as I drove up the narrow, rugged gravel driveway to my family’s ancestral home. As I rounded a treacherous bend, the old house came into view. I was glad that I had thought to rent a 4x4 pickup for the trip. Years of abandonment and neglect had led to that bend being partially washed out. That washout was the first thing that I would have to fix if I decided to renovate and repair the old ho...

I think that I have been misunderstood I would go back and correct it if only I could I did not answer her mail in time on that night I let her down and upset her and that was not right I feel that I have been misunderstood I would go back and correct it if only I could I didn’t mean to ignore her but that’s how it seems My acting too slowly may have shattered her dreams Is it possible that I have been misunderstood I wou...

Sounding the echo of an eternal choir and shadow of loveliness in hourglass from the archives beneath the window of yesterday's forever-now memories in seance with the templars of nature listening to winds good fellow calliope and yawling sails of Autumn's mizzen

Chapter 4 As the evening unfolded, Jess and I found ourselves enveloped in an intimate and serene atmosphere. The soft glow of the flickering candlelight danced across the room, casting a warm and comforting aura. It created a perfect backdrop for the deep conversation that was about to unfold. Jess, her voice trembling slightly, began to open up to me with a heavy heart. Her eyes drifted into the distance, clearly lost i...

Twelve years. I count myself rather lucky to have found you to have chosen you to have been chosen by you to watch you grow and live. twelve years of headbutts and three a.m. zoomies and little paw pats for attention. Twelve years of watching the "ghost flies" and love nips and not playing with your toys but loving shiny chains. Twelve years of tuna water but never tuna fish and egg yolk off my fingers and sandpaper kisse...

He reached the top of the stairs and paused to regain his breath. He sometimes wished that the small block of six flats had a lift, but then walking up and down to his home was, other than sometimes walking up to six miles a day, his only form of exercise at seventy-two. Switching on the hallway light, he made his way across to his flat door. The light barely illuminated the hallway, but it was enough for him to see what...

What am I supposed to say When I love you is not enough And I am lost for words? What am I supposed to do With all these unspoken feelings Hidden inside my heart? Take me home with you Hold my heart in your hands Love me more than love can say Entwine my soul with yours. I could be your forever I could be your sweetest dream If only you would look my way. Can you hear my soul Crying out for you? Can you feel the emotions...

“I want to be a demon,” the Nephilim said, “Even if I have to barter my wings for horns and a tail. I want to be a demon.” The priest furrowed his brow as he heard the confession, "Your lineage is half Divine, why would you give that up to be beyond the reach of redemption?” “Because demons have fun. They enjoy their existence. Not all about duty and sacrifice. If that’s my only legacy, then my duty to myself is to sacrif...