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…
Category: creative writting
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…
Thinking
Thoughts thought out loud into low trough, Weeding out the weeds that grow between the thoughtful feed, Which we all consume as witches brew on all hallows eve, In thoughtful fright our minds soak in the alchemical poison, Which feeds us day and night, Unlimited in atmosphere, catastrophic, all proportioned poison, Polluting the masses wide…
ADVENTURE: Part 7
A joyous bubbling sound pushed through the corridors, echoing off the bells ringing bright song into the universe washing away the dull throbbing thud of that first explosion. The Great One, The Almighties Thunder, it’s crumbling sound raging as if one stood at the foot at the bottom of a mighty volcanic explosion sending gravel…
Adventure: Part 6
LONG TRAVELED ROAD The straight and narrow path winds through valleys that have been spoken and written about in abundance. However, this journey veers us away from it. Our Shaman in the lead. His voice a beacon as the path darkens. Our eyes adjust as the red glow of oil lamps line the far sides…
ADVENTURE: Part 5
QUESTION: Part 2 “Who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” “The wheel spins, the weave is woven, time turns the clock hands, people grow and change, possibilities appear, disappear, only to reappear again. Life is an eternal cycle. We circle around people who are in their own disarray while…
Adventure: Part 4
THE QUESTION “He ends with a question for another day, another hour, who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” (Excerpt from Part 3 by thoughtscreateweb.blog) Gasps and whispers rose from the circle. Strangers turning to each other and saying, ‘well I don’t know,’ some exclaimed people from past relationships,…
World Building: Shaman
Dear Reader, Our last world building post brought us to a far Western Island in a different universe than our own, while I directed everyone to sit before a stranger, a shamanic individual, a wise person on this floating ball of dirt and metal. His gaze shifts across each of your faces. Judging, perhaps gauging…
Into Midnight
Dress slashing the breeze, Music in the air, As we freeze, Dress flashing midair, Dancing, our breath frozen, Midair, in midst of our passion, Endearing love in the midst, Dancing onwards into midnight passion.
Escape
On the bend we turn again, into horizons sun, watching it set across the sky, into a world of murder and mystery, We set forth again, from destination to destination, never ending journey ahead of us, as we turn again, Into the dawn on Eastern Coast, journey long and hard, dangerous even, crossing the land,…
