He scans the surrounding area, stopping on a tree covered in grey leaves outlined with a dark blue hue. Moving closer, he sees that it fits the exact image of the extinct Storm Tree he found in that tattered antique book years ago. Once at the tree, he reaches up, touching one of the leaves on it’s lowest branch. Within that touch, the tree demonstrate’s it’s true power as a storm flows through hi...
Brenda expected to spend her twenty-first birthday alone in her home in the quiet village of Charmia just waiting for the day to pass her by. She’d done everything she could to insure that attention didn’t come her way. She grew her own gray cloud stalks, created a pond for her massive horde of frogs, and planted grains so she’d never have to visit the baker for bread but even though she kept to h...
Will didn’t oppose the idea of treading the land all day but once they reached the estuary it became clear they were running out of land to tread. His fellow traveler, an older man by the name of Mort wore a decisive look on his face as he felt around the land. Will watched Mort head over to a large pile of rocks. Once there, Mort touched upon them and Will stared on full of regret.
He’d given u...
She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what is yet. His true secret must remain locked away, tucked in the depths of his melded mind because if she finds out the truth, the entity he made a pact with will unleash. So he thinks of less harmful secrets that won’t lead to the end of the world but things can get complicated when the love of your life is a sleuth. After years of being lied to,...
A single tear can kill a man
Or send them to life in the can
In days of old, it got them whipped
Hidden smirks as their skin ripped
What power lies in those tears!
Oh, how an encounter fills my fears.
Tears which can take all one holds dear
Tears which inflict pain on those near
Those tears have stripped those of childhood
Turned children to adults where they stood
Those tears have exclud...
It's been a while since I've been stuck in the role of me. There is no spotlight on my face, yet the light of the sun is just as unforgiving as a disgruntled light technician. Around me, there are charred remains of a world I used to stand atop of. On my back, I carry a backpack stuffed with supplies that will only last me another week. Before the end, I used to have anything at my fingertips with...
Passionate beam upon my aging skin
Numbered days in this body, yet I grin
Shine upon me, my beautiful spotlight!
The brief moments shared are life’s greatest win
I glow upon that fiery gaze at noon
Night, approaches and I wait for that spin
Do you remember me, beautiful sun?
Hidden away like a forgotten sin...
I put the groceries on the counter, taking a look at my pristine kitchen with awe. I organized every spice by name, every recipe in the recipe box by color, and I knew how to get a stain out of everything. I’m the perfect wife, the girl next door that all the upstanding adults told the boys they’d be lucky to marry one day. If I had to describe myself I’d say I’m every man’s dream come true. It’s ...
Laurel’s pale, thin fingers smooth a crisp page in her latest daily planner, the bold black ink words written inside months before make her mouth twist at the sight. Restock night, her written words read, scrawled in her neat handwriting. Restock night occurred every Saturday at exactly midnight when the streets were vacant enough for her to emerge and haunt them. Most of her neighbors were wise, ...
