She's as free as the wind She roams where she wishes An equal mixture of dark and light Always dancing on the edge of life Searching for answers to the divine questions Why do we breath ? Why do we love? Why are we who we are? Why are we here? Seeking something undefined One riddle answered with another question why Why does life hurt? Why does love hurt? Why do we have to die? Why are we born to walk in another's life? S...
Chapter 21 The Shadow of Ari Taken aback by the prophet’s reaction I glance at Eva, standing there very calmly. “I told you to kill them, Demi, not send them running!” Sada is distraught, and she leans on the counter, shaking. “I did that. But this turned out to be even better – it’s shamefully hilarious! They ran with their tails between their legs… hehehe!” “Wait, these are not your species? They had tails?” Eva is visi...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Far beyond the leaden barriers,Where ancient silver wood shieldsOceans of unknown,There flow acres of wild crystal watersThat burst diamonds in sprays of rainbowsAs they hide behind witching hour walls;Resplendent gems of turquoise beautyLie naked under swathes of thundering skies.May I reach out and touchSuch joy with a single...
(3/30/13) I had written about my heavy heart and how you Had become such a big part. So with these thoughts going thru my head I will lay my fears to rest. There is so much beauty on this site, that it Fills my heart with strength and might. There are so many of us going thru aches and pains That to abandon you would be a crying shame. There is so much hope in the words of all poets And insights never seen or touched befo...
When I look into your eyes of blue I see you. Then why do I feel as though I'm on the outside looking in. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see love. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see kindness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see joy. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see pain. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see sadness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see past hurts. When I look into yo...
Scurrying crowds beat down on the pavementsAnd screaming children bicker with their frustrated adults,Strangers to each other in this season of enforced cheer.Blue-white light strings buzz above the precinct,A harsh, cruel sneer to the ancient blazeOf my Christmas starAnd the drifting kisses of earthbound snow.No longer do shepherds hurry to a manger,Nor do the wise offer prophetic gifts;But teenagers gather around window...
I guess it’s in me somewhere,hovering, waiting,perhaps between heartbeats,or underneath my breath,hiding where it can’t be seen,wanting to escape to somewhere,perhaps over the rainbow where bluebirds fly—who knows why it’s there,what it wants, what it’s doingwhen I’m sleeping?Sometimes I wonder if it’s really there,or just a notion I’m supposed to believelike Santa Claus.Sometimes I want it to speak to me,tell me what I n...
Chapter Nine They all began to talk at once as soon as it sunk in that it appeared that Hugo was correct in his assumption of where my remains were lying. Sophie went to one of the bell pulls and rang for a servant and asked him to fetch six men and some heavy hammers and meet Mr Hugo out by the kitchen. She took charge and instructed Elaine, Mary, Anne and the children to remain downstairs, except Richard, who as Earl, h...
Chapter Eight With the loss of Alice and Arthur, the spirit had gone out of the other children in respect of their ghost hunting activities during that winter. So they looked forward to the summer to resume their hunting for my grave in the gardens, but this was curtailed by another death, that of Thomas. He’d been out to see to the fields, and when he hadn’t returned for dinner, Sophie got worried and sent out some serva...
Chapter Seven This letter made a staggering impact on the family when it was produced that night at the dinner table by Sophie. ‘Odds bodkins!’ Thomas exclaimed. ‘This would definitely have killed father if he’d seen this. So Richard was my grandfather and not Edward,’ he mused. ‘Percy!’ This was what Percival was called by the older members of the family, but was Mr Percival to the younger ones. ‘Send one of the servants...
Chapter Six Call it a quirk of fate if you wish, though I am more of a quirk than the fact that both Grace, wife of Henry, and Sophie went into labour at the same time to produce their offspring in unison. In some way I was pleased that the doctor was seeing to Grace and it was an experienced midwife who attended Sophie at the moment of the births. Grace produced a daughter that they named Alice, while Sophie bore a son,...
Chapter Five When I wasn’t watching the children play and grow, I spent time looking over the shoulder of William while he was at his desk in the study. This was a definite no go zone for female members of the family as this was where all the business of the estate was handled, and not for female ears. It was fast becoming a financial nightmare for William. The income coming from the harvests and sales of livestock was no...
Chapter Four Sophie, if you remember, was the baby that smiled at me at her birth, the daughter of my sister Joan. She was six years old now, and had been brought over to the hall with her parents for the ball being held in the main hall. I had already wandered around among the guests and now I had returned upstairs and had sat down on one of the sofas that were placed in the corridors that led to the bedrooms. I thought...
Time. That man made name for the passing of the seasons and the years. To me, it had no meaning. It was limitless as far as I could see. I was nearly twenty years of age by this reckoning, and likely to remain so for eternity. But I still wanted to fight time. I wanted my brother to leave that world at the quickest moment possible, and to this end, I was devoting most of my time in his haunting. I felt a certain pride in...
Chapter Two In that instant I was outside of my body to see the pistol ball come erupting out of my chest in a gout of blood and gore and watched myself pitch forward to fall on the carpet. Caroline screamed and then fainted as I turned to see Edward standing near the moving drapes, the pistol still smoking from the fatal shot that had killed me. We both heard the sounds of running feet coming towards the chamber and Edwa...
