Lonely:With his good hand, Tom raised his glass and drank deeply. Blergh! He thought, making a face. Raspberry Vodka. It was all they had. All he could find in the house, all the other drinks and alcohol being wasted on the mourners at Cheryl's wake. He'd found the raspberry vodka in Sue's room, stashed under her bed. He didn't know what had possessed him to check there, but a thought at the back of his head struck him wh...

Erika Hoffmann was afraid as she walked through the dark, rain-soaked streets of Eisenach, a small town just inside the border of East Germany. She should not have been out at this hour, ninety minutes after the curfew of ten o’clock which had been imposed in January. The Soviet rulers had been worried about people attempting to escape to the west and if she was caught by the Stasi who knows what would happen to her. Peop...

I love you- You know that right? Every time that I have told you no, I was hoping it was for your own good. You say you are no longer the same person, That he died long ago. I don't belive you. I will always see you as the strong, amazing, and most bravest person I've ever known. You are my other half. When you went away, A part of me did as well. I started listening to your music, watching the things you watch. And whene...

They look up at the clock. The question in their mind is this. Is it time yet? If it is time for the pill then maybe they'll feel a little better pretty soon.  When they take the pill, when it is time, it does get pretty good. Life becomes pretty good. So that's what they are asking themselves. Is it time yet? Checking the time once again. And it's getting close to being the right time. That's what they think of it. It's,...

What seek ye? What dreams do you chase? New latitudes, a new meridian? This daily life is too quotidian? So real that it turns out surreal? No midnight love shares your embrace? The king has masked his tyrant’s face. You put yourself in Hamlet’s place? Take it to the limit? And Beyond?Or instead, Could you be dead? Could it be you died one summer day? Summertime blue and sandy, Autumn windy and gold. Died and left those s...

The Tumultuous Tale of the Tormented Terrier Well, let me tell you, it was like this. Once upon a time, our humble hovel was being run by the daughter-unit’s pet, a small, cute, cuddly and constantly yapping Yorkshire Terrier that answered to the name, Puh-Pet, but only if she happened to be in the mood. She loved nothing better than people-food treats and patroling the backyard. Since it was unfenced she had to be hitche...

I cannot recall if I ever related this story on here as I couldn't find it. So with Halloween right around the corner, I feel compelled to tell it. This incident occurred sometime in the late-'70s when haunted houses had become the in thing for many organizations to help fund their other projects, I think that the Jaycees were among the first to discover it. I joined one of the local haunted attractions sponsored by the J...

As we sat down sipping our tea from our teacup around the dining table, the sister superior welcomed and thanked us for volunteering to help them. The three of us were handed the guidelines, explaining to us the work we could help out with. I went through the list quickly, as the sister of the Missionary of Charity continued to explain to us the things we could help out with.After having spoken for half an hour she finall...

I can't recall the year but I was out of work just as the Summer was beginning. Back before the internet, job seekers were forced to peruse the morning and evening paper. I happened to come across an ad for a day camp counsellor and called the number. A very nice lady answered and I was asked to come in for an interview. I raced across town and was soon sitting opposite a very attractive dark haired lovely. Then came the...

We used to talk a lotAbout anything every nightA few hours with meBefore starting your dayAfter preparing for bedEnding my day with youNow I only haveIntimate momentsWith the deafeningSilence of the nightAnd the nagging screamInside my headA smirk pastedOn the face of the moonLaughing at my expenseDancing around my aching heartShining brightly down on meMocking the tears in my eyes

Professor Bartholomew Hartfeld sat in a tall leather-backed chair behind a dark mahogany desk. He looked irritably at the clock on the wall opposite his desk. His 2:00 pm was late. He flicked the button on the intercom. “Has my two o’clock called to say he’d be late?” Professor Hartfeld asked. “No, sir,” Marta answered. “Please let me know the moment he arrives,” the professor requested, “but have him wait in the waiting...

In my dreams. I am in your arms. Holding me. Quieting me. Saving me. Healing my broken heart. Teaching me. To love again. Your divine love. Humbles me. You are my Angel. Sent from above. I choose love.  

Believe in your Future and forgive the past Laugh at yourself laugh in the momentsAnd heck just laugh!   When things go wrong, and they often will And life feels like it's constantly uphill Try to forgive when other's get it wrong Perhaps they’re struggling to connect and belong   Sometimes the words being thought Aren’t what actually what gets said Those kindly meant, soft gentle words Don’t sound sweet and leave a sting...

I was thinking of you today Thinking of how you made me laugh. How coming home to you put a smile on my faceAnd that even in our hardest moments I never  alone Loving you taught me muchI learnt to laugh at myself, love myself despite my faultsYou  made me want to be a better personI found myself looking at my days, thinking, what can I do for you to make your day happier In quiet moments when I couldn't sleep, I'd discove...

Whatever you doWherever you roamTry to make where you areFeel a little like homeSearch deep within your heartFor a memory that's okayCherish and hold it close to youEach night and every dayRemember being lovedIs a warm feeling insideSo hold your head up highAnd walk tall, with prideTake a step forwardEach day if you canYou'll soon see changes happeningIf you make a life planPlease try to rememberAngels and OpportunitiesDo...