Bear had settled onto the rag rug in the great room at the end of the day and was starting to drift off to sleep, when he thought he heard something. He perked his ears up. There it was again. He lifted his head and turned towards Girl's room, and this time heard it clearly. He lumbered up and padded quietly down to her door, then stood and listened. The sounds were…intermittent. It almost sounded as if she were talking t...

Prologue - The Fall Artanna stood quietly on a hill and watched the great tower of Tan Kolar fall. Around the collapsing structure, smoke and flames rose from the Night Lord’s palace. A battle raged outside the high walls of black stone as the tattered remnants of the Army of Night fought the forces of the Great Alliance. She knew that the Night Lord’s army, a horde of corpses and suits of empty armour animated by dark sp...

I wake up in the nightI wonder if you know?If you looked into my eyesWould my fear still show? I can't look into your eyesThey haunt my sleepI relive all the pleasure you tookIn making me feel cheap The things you didI can never escapeThat you took pleasure in itI've known true hate Disguised as loveEven after all these yearsI wake up screamingReliving those fears I'm shaken and cryingOn my kitchen floorDesperate to stay...

There is only darknessWhere all others hide their souls,A gravity so uglyWhere the air is rank and noisomeAnd the darkling ghosts hide screamingIn the humming, chasmic voidWhere she hides forgotten secretsIn the place she finds no floor.There are chains wrapped tight around herWhere vainglory's efforts fellIn existence ever futileWhen her life is reeking sicklyWhere the stink of rotting fettersDig in flesh so fat and weak...

At last, I am home after months away,Long months that at times have seemed more like years,When home and comfort were just a mirage;Hard months living out of an old rucksack,Battered and worn after years on the road,Much like me, I suppose, old and worn out.As an aid worker for a charity,I thought I had seen it all, South Sudan,The West Bank and Gaza Strip, Lebanon,So many places, so much suffering,Faces prematurely aged,...

Red hair flared out from the gusting wind as what little amount of moonlight illuminated the color enough to stand out. The wind whistled and howled whilst being joined by the constant lapping of choppy waves far below. With her feet hooked just under the railing, she hung down letting herself dangle from the bridge. She saw from a distance the lights of the city, she would do this on a closer bridge, but too many passers...

(For Astarte) There’s a sweet girl I know With woefully foes Her fears she does keep in a dream Of this I can see Of that it shall be To see her sad eyes turn to gleam The woes are her foes With red hair and a nose That we would all know as a clown Her fears give no peace As she sleeps there in Greece For I would rather see her smiling than frown Try as she might She just couldn't fight Her fears she did have in her bed S...

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...

Last night was like all the others I have as of late. I sent my baby to bed, with a kiss on the lips. Oh so sweet. I ventured into the kitchen and made myself dinner, where I fixed some stir fry, asparagus and Texas toast. My evening was fine; I was even in a good mood for once! As the night went on, my mood stayed high, it was oddly good though didn't know why. I sat here and read endless stories, even got to speak with...

She held her covers over herself in an attempt to hide from her nightmares. Curled in a ball, she felt protected and safe- much like a cat does when it sleeps that way. But if she had only known then what she knew now, she'd escape to dreams- no matter how terrifying- instead of reality. She would soon learn- there are scarier things out there than heights and falling, and scarier men than the unknown murderer on the TV s...

Grandson Rowan woke up crying. I hastened to his side There he lay Left arm flung out from his duvet Eyelids fluttering His mouth turned down in a frown Can I sooth him? My sweet Rowan Tired at the end Of a busy day Bouncing on his trampoline Clowning around with his brothers. What nightmares had spoilt My grandson’s gentle sleep? We had such fun together That day Playing catch With a juggling ball. He had thrown his head...

Where does it go?The time?The hand moves slow,Sound the chime.It seemed to grow wings,But where did it fly?Days of nothings,I wave goodbye.Yesterday seems,So far away,Twitching through dreams,Haunting as I lay.Sound the alarm,The loud clock beeps,So I move my arm,To remove the sheets.The cold air invades,I get asked a few questions,Respond playing charades,My brain out of suggestions.I just want to sleep,To go back to dre...

Much had changed this time in Alice’s nightmare world. We both recognized the setting, and yet both of us were aware that something wasn’t quite right. Oh, the changes were subtle and had we not walked this path so many times before, we might not have noticed them, but they were there. The color of the sky was a little off, for one, and the sounds seemed muted. Ominous shadows still lurked at the corners of our comprehens...

After that night, things were different between us for a while. Of course, her parent’s weren’t content with my promise that it wouldn’t happen again and my trip to the emergency room turned into a three day stay for observation, complete with IV drip that contained a handful of medications meant to keep me calm and help me sleep. The bottom line is I drifted in and out of reality for several days and, when I was finally...