Small, thin, malleable Strands of long, skinny wire Twisted and woven Between bone and sinew Positive connecting negative Animation progressing Pieced together leftovers A created strength She walks through Sleeping ghosts Hungry zombies And broken humans Searching for survivors
My boyfriend, Byron Hamel, entered a writing contest on Vocal. He’s a brilliant writer and there is no end to the stories he tells. He has been focusing on scripts but took some time to write this short story. Please read it and then hit like if you do. Then come back and tell me…
I can feel you Slinking around In my periphery You’re waiting For me to search My surroundings To find the cause Of my unease You’re loving Every second Of my discomfort But… My apprehension Isn’t real I am playing To your fantasy I secretly delight In being the one That’ll expose The terrors You’ve planned…
The shadows dance On the brick wall Above me Like dark flames Licking At mortared lines The streets leap to life As car horns play tag With a million voices An orchestra of night Playing a new tune While I make a place To lay my weary head In this alleyway I’ve learned to call…
Whether it is a big news event or a very personal event justice is often complicated. Separating truth from fiction is hard. The media is very persuasive. Our friends we know and trust can also be very persuasive. We often forget there are two sides to every story with a whole lot sandwiched in the…
For the first time in months I worked a bit on the fiction I am writing. Here is a small piece. I am not a writer so I know it will definitely need an editor but I hope the story at least captures your interest. The leaves were scattered around her bare feet. Her toenails painted…
Sometimes, as I lay under a clear night sky, I will imagine I’m a star letting the quiet absorb the sound of my flames. I begin to feel the loneliness of it. The sheer desperation to connect burns so bright inside me that I am like a flashlight searching across the universe for someone to…
Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
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