“The cemetery spread along the area known as Devil’s Abode.” It’s where they used to bury the inmates that spent their life in prison or were sentenced to the chair. The townsfolk didn’t want their ‘untainted’ souls mixed with the stained ones, so they plotted out another graveyard. They don’t bury anyone in the Devil’sContinue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Devil’s Abode”
Sometimes I stare. But I just can’t help myself from looking at the back of that pretty head. And those slender arms that come to a gentle rest in front of her, dainty fingers drumming away at an invisible tune of a popular song I’ve never heard of. She’s perfect. Her brown hair, her turquoiseContinue reading “Love Letters from a Teenage Manic Depressive”
Am I to believe all these circumstances? Have I been bred to be so naïve?
Sometimes it feels like platforms are fall into the path of my steps, and I get to where I’m supposed to be. This calculated fate designed for destiny; premeditated not by me. Do they think that I don’t see just because I’ve always been here- that my sheltering would leave me transfixed?
To hear all my life the beauty of the painted skies, but when I finally reached out for them, my knuckles resounded a knock!
I beseech you the truth. Lies forevermore, nevermore.
I see absolutely everything. Soaring on the heights of wings. Discerning which of the ants down there Are supposed to be the queen and king. I may be deemed ethereal, But definitely not imperial. That’s what they have over me- Their things are material. I wish I could give you all the world,Continue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Material Things”
I can see it from the dock; those golden sails that dim moonlight in their transparency. The flapping softboxes light the deck, now a scenic set, for the maritime music to slip through the air like a celestial whisper. The music drives closer as I see my intended passengers- those lost souls that seek guidance. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – Raft, No Reaps”