The woodsman had many talents, but caring for newly-born baby girls was not among them, so he did the only thing he could think of – he took the child to the village church. The pastor’s wife was in the garden picking tomatoes for their breakfast when he rushed from the woods holding the screaming bundle. “Oh Lord! What is this, Tom?” She rushed from the tomato beds and took the child from him. “Ma’am, I have no clue. I f...

Sometimes the most brilliant colors are visible, just before darkness blocks the sun. If one waits, the night sky comes alive, with the sparkle from millions of stars. Brandishing flickers, a dazzling emblazon of light. Never replacing,but enhancing night's beauty. An array of dancing effervescence,splashed upon a dark pallet. Like sequins on a black satin dress, arranged as if flicked by an artist's finger, releasing the...

The bone chilling wind blew across the field into the barren city. Dense, dark clouds shrouded the sky above, threatening a heavy downpour. The only glimmer of light was from the misty orange hue of the solar powered street lamps, which illuminated the empty streets of the city’s outskirts. It was like a beacon of light seen from miles away. This beckoned to her from out of the wilderness that enveloped the world. The rai...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light puddles on the floor,Crawling along the wooden slatsAnd bleeding down the cracksTo nowhere and somewhereAnd anywhere thatStartsRightHere.Mellow honeyed scentOf angels thatSings streaming through the windowIn the daytimeAnd seeps across the moonIn the nighttime,I breathe in the soot on theHearthstone ofGod's heartAnd am not...

Iam a Princess, created out of the rubble that my life became. No one wanted me. So deep inside I had to survive. Out of necessity you were born. I don’t know how, but you were mine. You are strong, something I am not. You are confident, something I am not. You are worthy, something I am not. You are a wonder, something I am not. You are a force, something I am not. You are not like me. I need to be you, so I became. The...

Standingon the ledge, Waiting for the knowledge. It never comes, Only wonder, Only worry, Only darkness, Full of fear. Riding up below the ledge; There you are. The Armor of my Knight, It protects me, It loves me, It honors me, It saves me, It has my heart, And has vowed to; Always be mine!! Written by TxPrincess for publication on StoriesSpaces Only!

Love Is The Origin Of Darkness CallingDark Nights And Evil WhispersA Gift From The Heavens Love Is The Origin Of Anger And PrideLove Is The OriginOf Hate And Envy Love Is The OriginThat Torments The Soul However So SadLove Is The OriginOf Courage And HopeLove Is The OriginOf Demons And AngelsLove Is The OriginOf Patience And HonourLove Is The Origin Of All InbetweenAnd To Love Is Our Return

The day you died, leaving me forever in darkness A clock started in my mind A now cold emotionless vacuum Twenty-six years at most When my time will finish on this earth too So much work to be done, so many responsibilities To raise your son, get him married To raise your grandchildren with your memories To make life easier for mom To care for my life partner Yet wondering with ticking clock Do I have even half as much as...

A three foot ring of crystal plants were illuminated around us. If any Solarites were around, we would have been spotted almost immediately. The thought made me shiver, but I highly doubted there would be any lurking about. I pause and reconsidered that last thought. They may not be out here, but the guy who set off the explosives in the mine most certainly could be. I strained my eyes, trying to see past the darkness jus...

Darkness invade reality, light and color fade. Our world completely tipped upside down. Deep in the gloom, feeling totally betrayed. Words from a friend can remove our frown. Brightening our day with kindness and a smile. Without even knowing, they change grey to blue. Making life worth living, able to go another mile. Darkness fades, again the suns rays shine through. Colour invades and reality returns to entice. Love of...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the starsFor dreams that are lost.Fly upon the backs of carrion crowsAs they batter their ragged wingsAgainst walls of dead airWith gluttonous envy in their eyes.Lay down your ragged breathUpon the iron earthAs it rusts away in the peat bogsAnd raises the stink ofIdeas in decay.Pluck your visions from theEntrails of sinAn...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Fragile ball of opalescence,Rainbow glass of milky white;Swirling laughter fills the globeAnd bobs, a dancing bauble bright.Held in fingers fat and chunky,Beauty of the hidden pearlMay fall from these clumsy digits,In their stumble, they unfurl.Sailing through the sunshine air,The opalescent bauble singsUpon the back of springti...

He was a tinkerer ever since he could remember; plastic bricks, tiny fake logs, that’s how it all began. Since then, he had graduated to bigger and better things–they weren’t actually very big things in any literal sense of the word, but definitely much better, definitely more serious, definitely more important. It sparked and sizzled out between the cold, steel tongs holding it in place. This one failed, again. If it wer...

I take his hand and he takes mine. Joined together, I swear myself to him.  It seems that everything I've done, he's done, we've done has led up to this moment. None of the guns or "Heil Hitlers" can take this moment away from us.The moment when we are joined together as one. I am his and he is mine.  He is regarded as one of the greatest orators and leaders of all time.But to me he will always be Wulf. He is my Wulf and...

A Glass Window Screaming, I woke up frantically searching for the lamp at my bedside table. My hands fumbled around until I found the familiar switch, and I looked down to see my palms sweating. Tonight was another torturous night plagued with the same nightmare that had been haunting me for years- darkness. Most people I know complain of nightmares involving falling, being chased, or fighting with something or someone. D...