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No matter what you think, you know or find it will never be enough and no matter where or how you hide the Man in the Long Black Coat will be comin’ round. You might be able to shake him of your trail for a while, and when he’s coming after you and it’s a given he is usually faster on the draw and has been known to take all he’s after down. No matter how the race is run it usually ends in the same way every time, and it u...

I am passing by and through sleeping cities that are fading away slowly by degrees, and I am not believing all I see to be so. I am moving on alone over ground that nobody owns and passing by statues which are marking my passage through, and are some sort of atonement for my sins. Seeing a guard on every door and I also know there is a drink outside each door on every floor that are overflowing with a thousand amens. It s...

Oh…,All the ladies around the world got something to show you, and all the boys and girls as they wave their hands in the air like they don’t really care as they do their dance and go glidin’ by all those who stop and stare. They know just what to do when they all heard the call go out from wherever they stood. Not wanting to play any psychological games from those in power who are putting on airs and trying to act real c...

Finding myself making my way through the darkness and being guided by the sound of a beating heart. There have been so many who have said that I can’t understand, and I have been caught up in either some sort of a dream or a game. As I feel the warm winds on my shoulders which reminds me that I am from a place and a world that is a lot older, with most of the time it seems as though time has been spent finding myself, and...

Chills have come racing down my spine as I sit here and with shaking hands I know that everything is about understanding, and feeling the chills raging like a storm in my mind spreading like a fever through my heart down to my legs. Time to let go of fears and wondering who will stand with me if and when I breakdown? I know all I think and say seems to be understated with dreams or is something I have read, with dreams no...

Cards are dealt as a form of meditation in which answers are sometimes sought through the sacred geometry and laws of chance. Still there are many met who speak of nothing and wear many faces and instill the fear of loss, and still the show must go on even in the empty spaces and abandoned places.With the question coming forth of what is being looked for? Whatever happens is assumed to be left to chance and those who beli...

Csárdás

This is the first one written in 2017

Finding myself out here feeling the wind, as I try to find some sort of shelter and thinking of the coming storm that’s being heralded by the wind. As I finally get myself into what appeared to be an empty station near some rusted and unused tracks, and when I walked in I could see someone lying there on a chair. I made my way to where he was in the gathering gloom and asked him what was he doing here in what seemed to be...

Völuspá

The last one written for 2016

Watching the birds flying across the horizon and into the misty glare of the morning sun’s dark light, and no one knows where they are from or asks where they are going. Having me remember that Madman who used to hold court and would sit asking questions as he shared his form of wisdom of things he has known for a long time, or possibly knowing something of the shape of things to come. No matter what is found or seen out...

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Standing here wondering if I will miss the final warning at the end for living this lie that I have lived? I know I am not worthy of a lot of things, and has me wondering if I am standing here alone and knowing that there is nothing left to lose as the darkness begins to fall and voices can be heard haunting me with their questions. Which has me wondering if it is from someone I have let down or left behind in some way? T...

Impressionism And Abstraction

Thoughts on the Christmas season

Angels are the travelers between the stars and moon looking for the perfect moment for when Heaven would descend to Earth. The Christmas story and time begin with some sort of a journey in some form through time in each of us. As we all follow an inner pathway through the mind and those smoking mirrors of memory as well as through the soul. Following our own star, or guiding light to its final destination with the use of...

It seems like there is nowhere else to run and at times there is nothing to hold on to, and there being times when it seems as though I need to just standup and let go. As I head on down this back road and looking up at the stars, wondering if things will once again be all-right considering that it seems in the dead of night and harbingers of war have taken over controlling everything. Which has me wondering if the time f...

I did my best when the call came down the line and I was taken up to that platform of surrender, as I closed my eyes and took a breath to clear both my heart and mind. As I found myself looking at the cold winter dawn and the dark light of the sun on the horizon and find I am reminded of metal. Finding myself with a taste of metal and it feels like I am tasting tin or copper, and wondering if it is because the view remind...

I understand that every life must end and with each breath being taken could one day be my last, and I ask those close to me to stay with me and I know there are times when I will never win. Still I ask those to stay with me and to see all that I have seen and I know that I can be classified in many cases as a fool. With nobody knowing that fat better than me, and still I ask myself about caring about their words of prais...

Looking out and seeing that moonlight reflecting on the bay, as I sit here in the heat and humidity of a late spring night, and hearing the fans working at trying to move that heated, heavy air. Except for the sounds of the fans, one can almost hear themselves sweat. Looking back is a bad habit we all try not to do, and all of us seem to be guilty of it and try not to do it, and it seems to be like an un-written rule or l...

It has been a long, long night of waiting until my dreams come true, those dreams of you, my sweetest and bestest friend. Now, as I stand in a doorway in the dark light of the sun, out near to that long winding road that leads to your door, and as I start the journey to you; I'll eat when hungry and drink when I'm dry and, live my life on the square. You seem to be lost, in this crazy landscape of emotion(s), which have b...