Notes of crisp amber sugar, Carmalized notes flick off the tongue, Bursting with bubbly deliciousness, As wave after wave, of sugary goodness, Washes down my parched throat, Quenching thirst and sugary desire, As the amber cola, Swirls around the ice, Crashing against the glass, Encasing its wobbly state, As drink after drink, Extinguishes its exquisite…
Category: creative writting
Lich vs Hero
Twisting vine stretches across the dripping stone, Echoing watery vibrations flutter past the long tipped ears, Of the Elven wizened wizard, Whom long ago past the world, Now a fluttering Lich, Floating along his long stretching passageways, As his vision slowly fades, Vibrating sonar magics now flare afire amongst his ears, Hazy images of Hero’s…
Country Dance
Wrote to the tune of (Rockabilly Country Guitar Jammin track A: Guitar Backing Tracks: Country – 2024: Lossiess: Itunes Album 36 Guitar Backing Tracks Boogie Country Blues: Track 1) Oh, Ma’am, how do you do? May I get your name? Oh, my name is Ted, Why yes Ma’am, I love to dance, Care to two…
Update on the Novel-a
It is slowly piecing itself together across the pages. Editing is slow, yet the process is a joy. I can’t wait to put the final version into ink on paper.
Tipi’s Tap Tap
The fingers go tit tat tap, Up and down inky keys, Tipi’s tapping typing, Strokes punctuated by a bright tap, Kaching, bell rung onto next lines, Stationary fed through cranking wheels, Tip tap tip tap keys fall, Stroking away, as ink dries, Leaving beautiful words behind.
People, Prophets, Killer Clowns, and Cyclist.
People bow down to the wisdom, Great intelligence bestowed on their godless, Prophets who climb high the circus tent, Shouting out their commands as whips fall, Whack, whack, whack, smacking the sad Clown, On the poor old derriere, Out comes the knife, giving chase to the Prophet on the cycle, Pedaling his way in circular…
Rag Doll
A short horror story in poem/lyric form. Woke up one day, Quit the job, Walked to the bar, Settled in for the day. Dreams hitting fast, Hardly moving forward, Intense emotions undeserved, Mirrors exploding from past. Feeling stich in hand, Exposed to grit’n’sand, Feeling stich in hand, Exposed to grit’n’sand. Exposed to society, Ripped apart…
Ditty tityy tatty rat rat rat
Rit tips ratty tat tat tatty tasty tip tip tat rung Kachin ring ring ring tip tip tip tip tip tap tap clap smack tat tat tat at at at rat lacking kaching ring ring tingle tap tap tap tap… the itchy sounds rattled around the chamber, to many to echo proper as the waves…
Tea Party for You and I
Sitting down with you I lift my cup as you lift yours’s a smile at your lips. The tea kettle piping hot, steaming while screaming, it’s bulbous base on heat. Laughing we enjoy our treats, sitting at mahogany table, high backed chairs, with little red cushions, expertly buttoned. A thick shag rug running its cloth…
Talking Heads
Talking heads said to another, “Quiet, we wish to hear him speak,” “Me quiet, why you talk so much the walls have forgotten more secrets than you were told,” “Bah! Enough, I keep secrets just fine, mind…” “Just the other day you were telling Old Man Worm that the bird woke up early and had…
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