What did I see first . It was the flies, as they danced in the pools of blood.Nurses hurry about they are the final hope for the wounded . And the flies wait to start the dance once more.As foolish children we played war. Funny as I think back there wa...
He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago. “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French plait. His muddy eyes widened, mouth flapping semi seductivel...
Red and oh so opulent. Petals against your skin likeexquisite satin,soft and oh so beautiful.
Bishop’s Lounge was busy and loud and blue with smoke. I sat by myself back in a dark corner booth, contributing my share of smoke and watching Angela. She had come in with a group of work friends and they sat at one of the tables chattering and drinking...
There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate.Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping.The kinds of things that keep you thinking.First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade.When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilit...
I enter the crowded room but see only one. Her small frame is dressed in red and black with just a splash of silver. Her presence dominates the room but motions only to me." As I approach, I sense her passion and move beside her. Placing my hand on...
I dreamt a lot that night. My mind was recalling all the actions that took place today and would not let me sleep. I was just too thoughtful and curious about why these projections have appeared. One particular had frozen me in place, with fear and disap...
Her chances were slim, she was too fat to fit in. On a scale of 1 to 10, she was overweight. She was insecure about herself, and all her flaws, She built an emotional wall, a tower, with so many floors. Each room filled with pictures, of painful memories....
My head felt as heavy as an iron wrecking ball. The pounding was so loud that I could hardly hear the voices... Voices? I kept my eyes closed and tried to make sense of the babble. There was something about trending, about 'Tats,' something about my son a...
If I had known herI would have askedHow does a heart break We are not born with excess bits and piecesTo be broken offGiven away hereLeft behind therePressed between the pages of a favorite bookLike a flower barely resembling what it once wasLifelessA pal...
PING! I took the coffee from the microwave but it was still cold, I had forgotten to press the button. I put the cup back inside and pressed it. Funny though, I definitely heard a really annoying 'Ping.' I sat down again and waited. There it was again,...
The next day I'm on the bus. Stumbling and muttering an obscenity, a woman attempts to get on the bus. She flopped on the bench. She looks like something the cat dragged in. That's when I recalled her. Looking at me she spoke, “Do I know you?” “No, but I...
He stalked through the forest, eyes missing nothing. He'd been hunting for most of his life, stalking the beasts who stalked the world. How little everyone knew. How blind humanity was! Abel stopped believing in God a long time ago. All he believed in now...
Paris … ah Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a c...
