The misshapen feckless man picked up a stool, and brought it to the table where she lay. He panted, allowing his shoulders to hang, and his posture to subside. He unbuckled the strap from her forehead, exposing the leather-burns, and removed the gag from her busted mouth.
Her comatose body lay there, tranquil. Her chin fully relaxed, leaving her lips slightly open.
Starting at her hairline, avoiding the bruises, he wound a wavy strand around his forefinger.
Embracing bracing lacing capturing the last moment
Sternly staring tattered shattered inside
Cooking stirring up a stormy sorrow
Gathering momentum of sudden abrupt sadness
Quickly sprinting shifty swiftly neatly towards the eyes
Knocking inviting the presence of tears
Reacting to their presence
Prematurely clinging hanging for dear life
ceremonious continuous packed my bag
Some of you may remember that I had won first place in a poetry contest in the Darker Times Collection. The anthology is now available!!! To some of you multi-published authors this may seem old school, haha, so excuse my childish glee. Lol.
If you want to buy the anthology where I’ve been published, visit these links below:
I have been writing some experimental stories and would like to post them and get all of your opinions and feedback if you like? Not sure if that is something you all would like to get involved in, but let me know. I’m a little rusty since I haven’t shown any of my stories in almost a year now. Ack! I feel like I’m starting all over again.
Fatherless, motherless hopeless faithless
Born breaded delivered without a birth right
Born with a plastic spoon on the mouth
Denied the ripe fruits of a surname
Outcast ousted out of the family
Bastard banished bullied with abominations
Identified without any traces of identity
Rooted at the buttress roots of the forsaken family tree Continue reading →
I wanted to write you all and let you know that although David and I haven’t been as active in your communities, we are still here. We haven’t forgotten you. 🙂 Our jobs have taken up a lot of our time but we are still receiving your emails and posting your stories.
We think of you all often and would like to hear any ideas on what you’d like to see on our site to help/inspire you more. Writing tips? Story prompts? Photo prompts? Are there categories that you’d like to see more of?
As some of you already know, I no longer have a Google + account, but I’d much appreciate it if you’d share this post with your circles so that others may still have the opportunity to see what’s going on in our gallery.
I miss you all very much. Please feel free to contact us and let us know your thoughts. You can either comment on this post below, or you may email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. I check the email daily and will reply A.S.A.P.
I’d like to do a 4th of July writing contest with prizes, but first I need to know if anyone is interested in participating. If I can get at least 5 people interested, then I will put something together with David.
When Bernie realized that the only way to get the charge close enough to Amelia was to carry it himself, he gave a moment’s consideration to the futility of a revenge that ends in suicide. But then he realized that for whatever the brief amount of time that would elapse from the moment of detonation to when her brain stopped functioning, she would know the extent of her mistakes and the effects on those around her. Continue reading →
From my apartment’s balcony on the 20th floor, I’m looking at people as they pass on the road below. People, cars, everything looks very small from here, as small as a dot on a dice. In the past I would have liked to have vision to see the tall palaces and mansions people frequently talked about; to see children smile and adult emotion. But I never thought, gazing down, from the top of those palatial roosts, things would be this filthy. I now know why politicians and sovereigns always view their subjects as insignificant; Continue reading →