I was akin to darkness Secluded from the norms Disconnected from conventions Until you lit a match It sparked up the world around me Casting shadowed figures That foretold of endless possibilities A chance for invigorating adventures However, I did not foresee, That you would toss the match at me Igniting the clothing I wore Burning away layers like never before The cloth quickly turned to ash on my skin You sat back watc...

Peering just above the berm, her finger on the trigger, she spies a fast-approaching force, more powerful and bigger. Squinting through her rifle sights, she takes a steady bead, while trying hard to focus on the soldiers in the lead. She squeezes off a burst of fire from her AK-47, sees Russian forces now reduced by ten – perhaps eleven. But now her spot’s been compromised – must move to higher ground, she raises up her...

I have a strange tale for you, a very strange tale indeed. I almost don’t know where to start. I suppose the beginning may be a good idea. Firstly, I’m a writer. I write crime novels, perhaps you’ve read some of them. My name is Rambles, Verity Rambles. Oh dear, I’ve only just started and already I’m sounding like James Bond. Sadly I’m not; I’m just a writer. I’m a big fan of the nineteen-twenties. Most, if not all of my...

She was perplexed and in pain she had spent a great deal of time writing a love story to her man and he had said nothing about it   She was waiting on the terrace in her pretty white frilly lace dress sure to please him when he arrived home from work that day   Her heart was filled with fire deep desire and passion and he seemed oblivious to that but she hoped things would change   She heard the door and she jumped it was...

The first time I was 'around' death, for want of a better term, I was seven, maybe eight years old. For whatever reason I cannot recall the specific age I was or the exact time of year, all I know is that it was 2002 and it was either autumn or winter because of the series of events that led up to the deaths. If it was autumn then it was before my eighth birthday, if it was winter then it may have been after I turned eigh...

He stared in disbelief as fire consumed the world. On every side it raged, roaring through century-old trees like a blowtorch through dry straw. He watched detached, as animals scampered to and fro in terror and he realized in an offhand way that he was completely surrounded now, the heat an impenetrable wall. Still he remained frozen, bearing witness to the horror as acres of forest were incinerated. Then, a massive bran...

Their eyes met, she recognized his soul. Giving an impious wink,she turned away. Igniting a spark, deep in his licentious spirit. Knowing that moment,they were meant to dance. An inferno of desire consumed him,he sauntered across the floor. Making his way toward her, blinded by her splendor. Glancing over her shoulder,sensing his advance. Touching her bare arm,he felt her tremble. Speaking almost sympathetically, "Are you...

Fire In The Rain Flickering torch upon windowsill In turbulent air whirls the windmill Red heats the beads of mornings kiss Electrified volt of Terra’s abyss Illuminating glass separates the elements Neither shall embrace in remembrance. Ticks of time resonate the patter of drops Heard as I gaze past the swaying treetops Everlasting Earth, water, air and fire Reclaiming each realm and to each their desire. Aimlessly I pon...

As the taxi made its way up the winding roads of Victoria Peak, Gael wondered which house the party was going to be in. He had scoped out many of them when he first arrived, but Victoria was a long trek from Kowloon for a poor young westerner without a car. It was at least 20 minutes by train, and then there was the walk to the top. Gael rarely took taxis, but tonight was an exception as he wanted to take advantage of eve...

The all-consuming flames wash over me and start a fire in my core. Although I burn, so does the air about. The blistering heat of the forge peels away the grimy layer of metal, but as I fold it, a new layer forms. The hammer strikes. Sparks fly. Hair ignites. All but a little hair remains. Pumping the air to stoke the flames, the singed flesh against skull and bone. Another piece makes its way into the heart of the forge....

Miles Davis reverberated smoothly across the dark room, the trumpet built up steadily the way his own anticipation was building at the thought of her waking. Hong Kong Island’s skyline shone brightly into the room from across the water. Gael lit another cigarette, as he sat in a bamboo papasan, and propped his feet up on the window sill. He watched the boats; tiny red and white lights in the darkness moving down the water...

Trevor lay beside me in the tall grass. The gentle, summer, breeze was swaying the thin blades enough to brush the bare skin of our legs. My shoulders shook with laughter, from a joke he'd just told. Warmth filled my bones, from both the burning sun above and the steady calm from our friendly banter. The humor melted away in an instant, stolen from my chest as I noticed the plume of smoke spiraling upwards in the otherwis...

The Phoenix I am the Phoenix You are the fire I want to be Your one desire Fanning the embers Of a growing flame Feelings so Intense Can't be given a name Two bodies entwined Two hearts enflamed The heavens burst forth We can't be blamed Ashes combined Two hearts become one Flames of desire Hotter than the Sun A new Phoenix rises To spread its wings Lovers now fused With the heat it brings.

When I am in isolationDeep in the woods,I am not alone.I think of the cavesAnd canyons and riversThat Elijah sat in,Just him and God,Talking back and forth.What kind of friendship did they formIn those desolate hoursThat made God sweep himOff the face of the EarthIn a chariot of wind and fire.

Wings spread wide, feathers in flight, The little finch flew through the air. He sings his song, as he flies along, To his true love, one that was rare. Her golden glory shown from above. The sun, was a lover so true. During the day he thinks himself a dove. That how much he loved her. She loved his sweet melody, And would listen to him day by day. And on the days he had cried. She gave him the warmth of her ray. When he...