My feet are cold. I wiggle my toes in my new brown boots and realize they are very cold. I wish I could take them off and warm them under my blanket. That is all I want right now, to crawl in under my blanket and not move for a long time. Not until this is all over and done with. “Are you okay?” My attention is brought back to the doctor in front of me. His dark brown eyes are looking at...
Added 16 Apr 2015 | Category Flash Fiction
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I dig my fingers into the umber earth, letting the ancient soil embrace me with heat and power of ancestors past. I lift my tear-streaked face to the sky and let the sun caress my skin as the air wafts through me and blows way the crippling fear etched into my heart. The simmering fire flickers, casting shadows over my naked flesh as I absorb the power of my ...
Added 07 Dec 2014 | Category Poetry
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She heard whispers. Quiet and menacing, they coursed through the darkness like little scratching claws on worn, wooden floorboards. She stood still with her eyes closed shut, waiting for the silence to ensue again. But it never came. Those whispers intensified as the dark years crept on. Quiet and menacing whispers were no more. Now, terrifying and chilling screams inhabited her...
Added 13 Nov 2014 | Category Flash Fiction
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I stumbled Through the cobwebs Of unforgiving darkness. Writhing Under the full moon, I slowly awoke From a deep slumber, Finally alive under your Searching hands. With you, I soared on Heated breaths And whispered words. Feathering kisses Lit my hunger, As your voice Lured out My dark secrets And forgotten desires. You shattered me With understanding And made me accept My faults And...
Added 12 Nov 2014 | Category Poetry
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To this day, I can still remember the feeling inside me when she showed me that piece of paper. I knew that things would never be quite the same after that. This was the first time I remember my soul go cold, and I could feel something inside me shut down. I suppose it was my mind and body's way of protecting itself, since it became clear to me that no one else ever would. I was sitting...
Added 05 Aug 2014 | Category Flash Fiction
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The high-pitched shriek woke her from the deep slumber. Her heart was pounding as she searched for the light switch with cold, trembling fingers. The familiar chill of fear coursed through her body as the room flooded with muted light from the single bulb next to her warm bed. Her weary eyes searched the quiet room for the source of the petrifying noise that had abruptly roused her....
Added 30 Jul 2014 | Category Micro Fiction
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She closed her eyes and absorbed the distinctive smell drifting through the air. Every nerve ending in her aching body started waking up. She couldn’t explain it, but it was like an inner pull deep inside of her that made her come alive. The sun was trickling through the window, but it was the intoxicating smell that made her smile. She heard the calming sound as it echoed softly though...
Added 05 Jul 2014 | Category Micro Fiction
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The sweet memory of your tempting lips still lingers on my skin. I will always remember how I embraced your body and held it to mine as I worshiped everything that you were. My stilled heart came alive under your ardent touch and you beckoned me like a lighthouse in the dark, raging sea. I surrendered willingly as your soft words echoed inside ...
Added 23 Jun 2014 | Category Poetry
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The silence is deafening As she listens for a Heartbeat of Hope In the cold Dark night. She remembers your touch Like it's Seared Into her soul, And your warm Kisses That you whispered Into her heart... You are mine. Now, she is no more than A forgotten thought, Or just a sweet Memory Of desires past. Now, her words Ricochet into the Empty room, Onto blank pages Left abandoned On...
Added 04 Apr 2014 | Category Poetry
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I stood and watched him. He couldn't see me, but I could see him clearly. He was not paying attention to anyone around him, just to whomever he was texting on his phone. I saw him look up several times and apologize to strangers he was accidentally bumping into. It made me smile. I wondered who he was talking to. I found myself wanting to know who this person was, who had him so...
Added 02 Mar 2014 | Category Flash Fiction
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