[Its occurrence] is most strongly associated with the old family or ancestral home and land, even when a family member dies abroad. The cry, linked predominantly to impending death, is said to be experienced by family members, and especially by the local community, rather than the dying person. Death is considered inevitable once the cry […]Read More The Seeker; The Cry of the Banshee
-you told me there was a spot-light above our heads.” That the cracked sidewalk we stood upon was a stage. You left my warm hand to turn and face the road. An audience of debris sat in the orchestra section of the curb. The general seating was filled with pools of reflections. Lit apartments and […]Read More “Late one night we were walking and-
Abel’s eyes grew heavy. He could feel the blood pump rhythmically through the tender skin of his eyelids, every beat adding a pound of weight. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the weight, let those tiny doors shut him into the darkness, and have them be locked tight by long tangled lashes. […]Read More Running on Shuffle
“I can’t see her face“, I thought. Just the end of a fair skinned nose. The only exposed piece of flesh against the curtain of beautiful hair, blood red. Her clothes were black. She was a mystery and I was attracted to it. But with a jerk of the head, the curtain moved. She raised […]Read More Behind the Curtain
I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life – but there was no one to tell me. -George Washington Carver “Five…” Jake slurred out the word, his hands getting sweating as his […]Read More Colorblind, hue #2
I wanted to write something different. Something that you could later describe to a friend as quirkey or weird. Anything really. As long as it was not ordinary. As long as it stayed away from that black spot of the human mind where things are lost, hiding behind the affirming nods and understanding smiles. It’s […]Read More The mission of a story.
I gasped for life, knowing full well at that moment I should have been dead. I sucked up madly every last droplet from whatever source the water had come from. I could no longer remember how long it had been since I had last had a drink. In order to survive I let myself fall […]Read More Desperation
Hello everyone, it has been some time since I posted some writing and I am excited to share this prompt that I wrote on; Writing Prompt: Build the most interesting and engaging world possible while keeping the story as SHORT as possible. Please feel free to comment or even write your on response to the […]Read More Did ever hear the tale, when the world once had the color blue?
A piece of lettuce fell into my shoe. Shredded lettuce, if you were curious, from a B.L.T. sandwich if you were really curious. If you were even more curious than that then it was during lunch, as I sat on a bench of poured concrete on the side of canyon that looked out towards the ocean. […]Read More A piece of lettuce fell in my shoe
I was home. The home that was brick, that was surrounded with green, that was safe. I was in my childhood. Of course he would come into that place. A place of such powerful memory. A place that is precious to me. A place that I dare not indulge in for fear that I may break […]Read More A Dream, no. 1