I open the door, and I see the lake. All my lives ripple along the water. What could have been. What could still be. I do not know what to choose. I do not know how to make what I choose real. Sometimes it's just nice to look. To daydream, see what makes my heart … Continue reading Choices, Choices
Category: Creative Writing
Finding Catharsis
All is dark, except for the neon spider silk that streaks across the sky. All is silent, except the roars that reverberate through the trees, through the earth. Through your bones, through your heartbeat. Still you run. The clouds burst and weep, soaking. Cleansing. Almost there. Almost there. A little further. You make it. … Continue reading Finding Catharsis
Between Worlds
By the time I come to, I'm already running. From what, or whom, I don't know. all I know is that my heart is pounding, my mind is racing trying to catch up with whatever happened to require me to run, and This. isn't. home. The memories return in flashes, as they are known to … Continue reading Between Worlds
The Exhale
April 9, 2020 I can almost imagine what it would feel like. The wood panels, dusty but strong, under my hands. The light, streaming in from wide windows. The rustle of leaves, the chatter of birds, the sounds of life equal parts isolating and welcoming. To my mind, it would feel… like an exhale. A … Continue reading The Exhale
Through and Out Again
August 2, 2019 I didn’t mean to go back. It had been years since I was even allowed to, years since the last close call that marked my decision not to return. Not that I was given a choice— the door had been closed to me ever since. I don’t know what changed. But sure … Continue reading Through and Out Again
Hybrid
June 24, 2019 The palace would have been immaculate, if not for the bodies. Gleaming marble floors, polished banisters, light spilling in from the few stained glass windows unobscured by thick curtains. It was beautiful. But those damn statues of death everywhere… I had been on excursions like this before. All of us had, as … Continue reading Hybrid
For Keeps
June 13, 2019 This is yours to keep. This moment, soon-to-be memory, soon-to-be faded dream. This caress of words, so soft you might break. This whisper of touch, so loud your voice shakes. This weight. Not burden, just the knowing: you’re safe. It cannot last. Fear will creep. Reality seeps. Present gently wars with future … Continue reading For Keeps
After the War
2nd June 2019 You joined the fight so you could stop feeling helpless. And yet now, as the world crumbles around you, the anguish is worse than it’s ever been. All you can do is watch, and follow, as they drag them into the chamber, chained and blindfolded, silent in the face of death. Your … Continue reading After the War
The Escape
I slip back into reality with no memory of who I am, nor what has transpired before this. I’m not alone, either; two armed guards are walking beside me. It seems I’ve been a willing prisoner (am I prisoner? For some reason, I feel like one…), because I am not restrained. However, they do seem … Continue reading The Escape
Robbery at Point Lame*
Child abduction. Really? Of all the crimes in all their varying degrees of intensity that the Mob could accuse me of, they chose child abduction. You had to hand it to them- that's the quickest way to discredit anybody. Even murderers and most serial killers can't stand child abductors. Sick, twisted beings. I'm not, by … Continue reading Robbery at Point Lame*
