Twice a Lie

A muddled middle, a gut feeling Cause external confusions The mind powering thought The heart driving reaction A palaver of misdirections Inhibits both extremities Neither sure of the other And both unwilling to change There is a me in the mixture A corporeal being  Unsure of sense’s accuracy Debilitated by a palpating core And so […]

50 Word Stories: Life

 My friends said it inevitable that I’d lose her. She’d always had her heart set on bigger things, stardom, the good life. Her eyes strayed about a second after we’d first so passionately kissed. Why did she leave, you ask? Life, my reply. Because that’s what I couldn’t give her.

50 Word Stories: Poor Maintenance

I was used to the gate creaking, I'd meant to oil it for months, the staircase's second step, too. These were not extraordinary issues nor uncommon complaints. Easy fixed, one might've said. But this creaking came from within as I clutched my chest. Too late to fetch the oil now.

50 Word Stories: The Dilemma

Thump! Thump! Thump! Lust or love? Thump! Thump! Thump! Warning or alarm? Thump! Thump! Thump! Her eyes appraise as she licks crimson lips. Thump! Thump! Thump! She sways like a reed in the wind, unbending. Thump! Thump! Thump! Pull it together, man. Thump! Thump! Thump! Those lips purse. Thump… … … Damn!

50 Word Stories: Hollow

 We heard the geese flying high in the sky long before we saw them. An armada of determined avians, the birds sliced through the storm backlit by lightning, their defiant honking rising above the booming thunder. So brave! Hollow of bone but strong of heart. A lesson to us all.

Gothic Departures

Antoinette had a propensity for exaggeration. Tonight, however, she had not. Rain dripped from the over-elongated archways as though some god had reached down from above and pulled them toward him, only to grow bored and release them halfway. Backlit by the moon, as the castle was, I thought myself about to walk beneath the […]

Strange / Stranger

I feel you in the stinging breeze, little snaps of hell Tickling the flesh from my exposed arms Inveigling your way through the slices in my jeans I would escape you if I could, run and never look back But like dawn sneaking up on night, you’d find me I know that now, though it […]