I live in words
Like a touch-me-not Sensitive to every thought My heart folds inside . YET IT FLIES FREE WITH THE BREEZE . My heart folds inside Sensitive to every thought Like a touch-me-not It’s Thursday, #81 It’s Thursday, is a meme that comes out every Thursday and gives a theme for both poems and poetry. This week, … Read more Sensitive..
power of mind excels when free ; like the untamed wind sharing its stories Its Thursday #78 It’s Thursday is a Thursday meme, hosted by me. Entering Week 78, the prompt is Power. Both poems and stories are accepted. Sensational Haiku Wednesday is hosted by Jenn at her blog, “You know…. that blog?”. Each Wednesday, … Read more Untamed…
Image: Old Hay Barn by Kelley Frost, DeviantArt I saw its ceiling from where I lay. The tumbledown shack that stood between the sea and the village… It was uninhabited, except for him and me. “Where is she? What have you done to her? Tell me, now!”, he seethed. The tip of his knife began … Read more the last meeting…
It is her fifth birthday. Sheila runs behind her mother, excited as ever to see her favorite chocolate fudge cake being put on the table and five candles being put on it. Her friends come soon, and in their hands, are the gifts that they have brought for her. Her mother has dressed her like … Read more The Gift.. {Short Story}
(Preceding Part: — 3 —) — 4 — Time is unpredictable. To a ghost, it doesn’t exist. I can go back in time to any day, any place and watch as what happened unfolds once again. Sometimes, I wish I could whisper into the ear of the “past” me, change life as it was meant … Read more Twenty past three… (4)
“Keith, is it haunted?” “Of course not, Lisa… that’s just an old wives tale.” “But what of the poor souls who lived there? Murdered in their sleep… I hear the screams sometimes.” “Let’s prove it. We’ll sleep there tonight.” Lisa woke up under the morning sky, alone, naked. Keith had disappeared. So had the house… … Read more The House…