Chrysanthemum, oh lovely Chrysanthemum had been broken down, whittled down to nothing. Streaks of clean skin were only left by tears and she tried once more to wriggle out of the strappado to no avail. The rope was too tight and the dislocation of her now weak arms didn’t help. She gave up and hung her head in defeat and shame. She wasn’t supposed to end up here. Talking back to a husband should n...
We are mosaics
Beautiful pieces of art that people we’ve known have each contributed to
Some have contributed more pieces than others
Each has a special color
Some have patterns
Some spots, sparkles, stripes or scallops
It’s a huge jumble, like mismatched tiles covering a ceiling
It is far from neat and far from perfect but it has a sort of warped beauty
A sort of beauty that makes it unique with ...
Love can be described as a myriad of things
Yet, a flower seems to be so popular.
They take time to bloom and
Yet, people believe in love at first sight.
Love like that doesn’t exist.
The love that I know of is the kind where you know that flower that may look wilted and sad amongst a bouquet
Will look most beautiful without being compared to the beauty of others....
Two pairs of shoes- just two to fill her closet. Well I guess three if you’d count her shower flip flops but really just the Nike sneakers she wore everyday; women’s sneakers she had to add, and ugly black snow boots. Dirty scratches covered the sneakers but the snow boots remained untouched. There was little wear in the back of her shoes because she walked on her toes, even as an adult. Perhaps i...
As one of the lesser furies in the underworld, Cyrus had the lovely job of punishing the wicked in a world of strange mortals. A land above the clouds that was an awful upwards flight from underground. He did love the feeling of falling back off a cliff when he was up early enough to have time for himself. Cyrus also enjoyed a mortal thing called coffee. It was a strange bitter soup but it tasted ...
Moon faced up from kneeling by a half built firepit. Nikta fluttered over and sat down next to her. “I could heal your eyes it would be very easy…”
“I’m sure you’re ugly. No thank you.”
Nikta’s eyes glowed for a moment. “It isn’t wise to mess with immortals…”
Moon shrugged; “it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Then you’ve had your fair share of curses?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Hm. Interesting…”
“What?”
“Ju...
Love is more than we can understand
As difficult to comprehend, it is not something diminished.
Like energy, love cannot be created or destroyed.
Instead, one can find it in a multitude of places
An easy place to find such an emotion
Happens to be within a family
To my brothers
Especially to the youngest
My little monkey (because of his big ears and he always liked climbing on me)
I would be any...
Only an instrument such as this could express the emotion of a heart yearning for the one they love. A sort of guitar like instrument with a long neck and a body shaped like a triangle. Rounded on both sides and adorned with sixteen strings. The low bellow it sounds of seems to cause more pain as I yearn for her. The deep sound feels hollow and depressing. It goes high enough to replicate the pain...
She woke up as I gently stroked her cheek with my thumb. My little starlight blinked a few times before looking at me and pulling away in disgust. “Who- who are you?” She groaned out. I pulled my hand back towards myself. “I’m your- your…” I looked down trying to tell her the best way I could. “I’m your best friend…” My shoulders slumped. I wanted to be so much more than a friend to her…
“My best ...
