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Megan sat cross-legged on her bed, the math book for her master's program open in her lap, when she heard the gunshot and Freeman's yelp. He had no time to protect or react. Not even the slightest growl. She sprang up from her position and shook uncontrollably, unable to move, knowing he was in the house. Her room door was closed, but not locked. She needed to lock it, but the shakes had a hold of her. Megan knew it was o...
This hurtsAgainI wish it were gone It hurts againNo matter how long I thought it was betterBut it’s bested me Unable to hideIt tracks when I flee Focus on somethingSeal off the pain Wrap around and aroundIdle thoughts in my brain Distract with white noiseNumbing gray hum Strike inward eye blindLike the glare from the sun For full light can obstructAs well as the dark Either one blocking tormentThat targets my heart.
Draw a circle round meLet me look awayProtect me with EnchantmentProstrating what you say Invoking now the barrierA cloak of crystal steelCascading all around meWith no infirmity Your words approach, empoweredBut weaken when they meetMy shield of pure EnchantmentSeamless security Standing here well-guardedYour words shall not break throughThey simply freeze and die in air Then fall unheard from you.
Berlin. April 9th, 1939 Katarina yawned and stretched out her arms. Although today was Sunday, she had to work at the hospital. She checked the clock beside her bed. Five O' Clock. Her shift began at seven so she threw back the covers and sat up, turned to the side and grabbed her robe from the end of the bed before standing and slipping her arms into the sleeves and fastening the cord around her waist. Walking to...
The brown eyes steadily watched Eloise from under a plain wooden chair. There was a silent growl filling the border patrol office. Eloise stood at the counter and filled out paperwork. Several uniformed men talked about the Cathoulian in Spanglish. With a word here, and a word there, she began to understand that the dog was sentenced to die, because it attacked an American, where it was supposed to attack only Mexicans. A...
I am looking for someone to rely on an ally and you tell me I have you.I say I know, but you aren't always around. So I asked if I could have the puppy you rescued She is beautiful, loyal and ever so friendlyand I got the surprise of my life when you said "Yes." Watching as you grab her lead off the benchand then bend down and clip her lead to her collar as you whisper to her.I see her eyes flicker between us and wonder w...
Hannah looked out the window of her high rise New York apartment over to Liberty Island. The Statue of Liberty was delicately lit as it stood gracefully in place, protecting citizens. The haze of the cool night drifted around the grand lady giving her a hue that only suited her. But her flame shone brightly and could be seen for miles. Hannah just loved how the view gave her a sense of security. Somewhat. Hannah was fresh...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You see my writing on the wallAnd you think you know who I am.Am I splayed out naked for all to see,Or can the breeze-blown reeds only glimpseThe surface where the chaff isDrifting and floating onto the mill race,Only to be lost in the tail past the grinding wheel,Never use nor grace to any bread?For there,In the shallows where...
It was early spring and most of the snow had melted. I found myself driving to work a little late because I just didn’t want to go, but being late for work wasn’t anything new. Maybe it had been a year since the incident occurred, but it just put me in a slump and even thinking about it made me sick to my stomach. It made me lose touch with all of my friends. I never see them much anymore neither do they have time really...
Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and awakened my senses. Moonlight, bright enough to cast shadows, glinted off the river up ahead where she wound through the valley in tight, sweeping curves. Over the bubbl...
