I am not crazy. I can’t be. Would a crazy person be able to define the word itself? No, I am not crazy, but this . . . this defies all logic. No matter how hard I try, what is happening in this house is beyond explanation and that is exceedingly uncomfortable to me. NoteContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: CRAZY”
Restless souls dance beneath the weight of the earth which smothers them until their last breath dances to Heaven.
Bats in the Belfry, Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour. On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness, disrupting the October night sky. Silhouettes against the full moon, Embracing their calling, they loom. They own the time until the bells call them home.
Monsters in the dark, lingering, waiting in silence. You hear them breathe, Knowing they are there. They have always been there. Monsters in the darkness of your mind. Shivering with eyes fiercely shut, you wish them away. Still they remain. Unwelcome. Uninvited. Hiding in the corners of regrets and memories.
*This was for a short story contest where you had to start with the sentence, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlledContinue reading “Falling Leaves, Warm Memories”
Lucidity is lost, fading with memories of better times. She is a fragment of who she was – a vibrant girl she used to know, stolen by unexpected grief. Simple plans have vanished, She blinks as nothing comes to mind, but her uninvited reality of darkness.
Unreal reflections are ones which stare back at us.They are misrepresentations of who we are, showing distorted images of our greater selves. They show what we look like on the outside, just a reflection of a superficial image the world sees. Our true reflections are intricate maps of who God created us to be, theContinue reading “Unreal Reflections: 100 Word Writing Prompt”
Thoughts jostle in the space of infinite competition. Pushing against each other, they vie for my attention. Where can I hide from their pursuit? I search for ways to silence them. I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and try to let go.
She sits alone at her kitchen table. One hand casts away cigarette ashes while the other turns the final pages of her latest escape. The knock at the door startles her. She cautiously approaches. Peering through the peephole, she sees no one. She waits a few minutes, checks again, still no sign of anyone. SheContinue reading “99 Word Writing Prompt: Misanthrope”
We are a syzygy – connected by experience, aligned by pain our hearts hold. Now we float, in the only realms we can understand. Life on earth, is a distant memory.