I remember paradise and I remember the snake. I remember hues of blue water and pink and purple sky that burned to orange before its fuse dwindled down to explode in a million brilliant constellations. I remember you and I remember every day before, and every day after. I remember sitting with you, … Continue reading Lost Paradise
Category: Stories – Short and Long
Whole Wide World
The things that stopped us were all in our own heads, insurmountable monuments to our inability. It didn’t seem that we could shake the chains that they had bound around our minds. What kind of life was this? It was you, who first woke up and stood before the day. I could … Continue reading Whole Wide World
Blinders
Drifting off course in a dream. Wagering there is something of greater value in between the sleep and the waking moments. Seeing as it's all fake, there's nothing that keeps my attention, so I, seem to disappear, but I am not gone, I am only searching. A funny thing happens when you reach … Continue reading Blinders
The Mirror and The Moon
Tracking the lunar procession. Confident rise and yet humble. Not so high in the sky, but I still can’t touch you. Hanging on every day. Intimate with sin and virtue. It still gets under my skin and it tears me up inside. Watching that mirror fade everyday. This was supposed to be the sweetest kiss, … Continue reading The Mirror and The Moon
The Foot of The Mountain
They say there is a struggle. They say there is a mountain. They say there is a dragon and a long, empty field of the dead. We set off in search of some kind of meaning, some kind of word. Some, fell for illusions. Others fell sick and didn't make it, even as far … Continue reading The Foot of The Mountain
The Long Wait
The ante room, back behind the counter of the old livery, held a secret. Something old and forgotten, but not lost; just waiting. Time isn't a thing to worry about when one is timeless. The O'oaldedron sat in a corner, under and old desk, covered in cobwebs, and dust, and rags, waiting. Its day was … Continue reading The Long Wait
Primer Down
Pull me out of thin air. Drain me like a poisoned wound. Form me out of ash again. I'm lonely. So lonely. Scratch me out on to and into your fragrant skin. Don't let me go. Capture me from wherever I am, in the space between, and give me bones. I am still elemental. Fire … Continue reading Primer Down
Surface Dwellers
I've got a shovel, I'm digging for more. Digging real deep, now, hunting to find. Straining for treasure, reaching out far and wide and in and down into this experience. Digging up old bones. Looking for oil, looking for gold; a little bit of control in this madness. Broke my shovel again. Digging with … Continue reading Surface Dwellers
Picked Last
Curled lips into a smile. A dying rictus grin. Curled into a ball, the fetal position. Those poisoned, dagger eyes, that twisted, lizard tongue. Deception's not a lie, when it comes from love. The fist that strikes is only one weapon they use to make you. Every time you speak, a slaughter of corrections … Continue reading Picked Last
The Heart of Mystery
Mystery. It was embedded in her dark eyes, hinted at by her dress and though her lips parted at first only to smile, they whispered of it. I had no desire to solve her, like some detective in a cheap novel; no, she would not yield her secrets by way of clumsy persuasion. I … Continue reading The Heart of Mystery
Pt 1 – The Harrower of Souls
I have walked among darkening shadows, down windswept lanes resplendent in their late autumn fare. With night falling quickly, the bare trees that line the path reach out with spindle fingers, to quicken my step and hasten me on. Even though I profess a scientific mind, for no sum would I dare stop, in the … Continue reading Pt 1 – The Harrower of Souls
The Picture in The Hall
A picture of Stonehenge adorned the wall in a hallway of my friend's mother's house. It stood out amongst the family portraits, graduation photos and vacation shots along some sunny beach. It just hung there, inexplicable. A monolith, a mystery. She told us she had never been to England, though she was well-travelled, never had … Continue reading The Picture in The Hall