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…
Tag: short story
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,…
Killer, On Highway 91
No regret, Slice, stash the 9 in her purse, Riding late at night, Straight down 91, Hair flying free, In the wind, Cop lights follow them, Neon lights pass by, Wanted signs on highway 91, Killer, Killer, Killer, Incredible feat of nature, Killer, Killer, Kill her, Nature of a killer, Kick start the night, Bottle…
Idea World
Idea world: embark and disembark realm A man stood holding a woman’s hand as they overlooked an uninhabited mountain. Silence. Resounding silence attacked their ear canals causing their pressures to change. Each brought a hand to their opposite ear as they popped in unison. Their Maker had promised them a day of silence. His Wisdom’s…
Creative Writing Project: Velum & Tiana
Dark, dank, and drafty were better adjectives than Velum ever would give his cramped cell; however, he coveted his position a bit more than that of the voices which echoed through the piss grates at the edges of the freezing cold stone floor. Sometimes when the echos vibrated loudly he crept to the edge of…
SET UP
Staged to look like a murder, We run towards the sun, The worlds gaze turns westwards, Joining us our escape run. Bang…….. bang………… Bang…. Silence falls onto autumn clearing, leaves falling from where they hang, Lone buck falling. Survival met for another night, Still on the run, Mending myself from a fight, Drinking a fifth…
Mr. Monk’s Adventures
There was an otter named Monk, he lived by the river and fished every day. His friends passed him by saying, “how do you do, Monk” each day about half past noon. By dinner time Monk would have about 8 to 12 fish and would take them back to his small den, divvy them up,…
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