“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 CurtainI 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 #2I pose to you the following question, “How do you write the voices of your past?“ How do you quote friends that you have parted with in time, or members of family no longer alive? How do you give them new life? As I begin to weave together a story that is as much […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 21I 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.She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. The door was colored white, but she could see through the exposed scars the original grain of the wood. Through the door was black. Calling it “dark” would be an understatement. It seemed she had found the negative […]
Read More DarknessI 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 DesperationSince I had set out to continuously write on this website, it is remarkable to find that only nineteen days have been recorded thus far. And while there are instances when other works stand in place for a given day, I had assumed to be much “older” as it were. The original purpose of this […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 19At the cusp of dawn, I dreamt of a song I can no longer remember. It’s tune lost in the split of light as my eyes open upon a new day. It worsened my mood, and I found myself without fail rising on the lesser side of the bed. My body felt stiff and the […]
Read More A Lost DreamThis post is simply a call into the void. I am listening for the echo. As my voice bounces of the ever widening gaps, I hope to hear something returned. I seek out the sound of even a whisper, the faintest evidence that I can still do this. That I have not lost the ability […]
Read More The Gaps RemainHello 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?
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