With a passion for "Amorous Cyanide,"An erotic perfume of blossoms,Silently rising from a ghost,Of the woman I wed. Where have the twilights gone?From your hair of golden tint,And your eyes of amethyst,Of autumn leaves, turning red. With a silhouette of n...
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Will Mitchell leaned against the lockers and stared at Neil Parker. The older boy lay on the floor, his head surrounded by blood. Was Neil dead? Or just unconscious? Will dropped the baseball bat he had used to attack the bully. It hit the floor with a lo...
Consequences
Penny Lambert sat wallowing in misery after a serious road accident. If only it hadn't happened...Penny Lambert sat in the darkest corner of the bar, nursing a glass of Orange juice. She checked her watch... again! Still only ten o'clock. She had never felt so lonely and miserable. In fact, the whole week had been miserable. Only one week before, she...
Shot Through The Heart
Does the mysterious lady hold the key to cheating destiny?At first I barely felt the bullet pierce the low-slung cocktail dress and enter my heart. It seemed impossible to consider death real, despite the warning minutes earlier from the mysterious lady with the black eye shadow alongside me. I always thought I'...
Fuel Season 3: Episode 16 – The Ambassador
When Mandla is given a secret mission by Moodswing, he recruits Devì to get the job done...24th of January – Season 3 MONDAY MORNING Mandla Xulu felt strange sitting in the lobby outside Moodswing’s office. Even though the Club President was nothing like the Deputy Mayor, Mandla felt exactly how he usually felt sitting outside his father's offi...
I think their souls are driving me mad. Perhaps, it's too much chicory and eggshells. With embryos. Once a connoisseur of the Muskegon trout, imported from the colonies. Now I dabble in the black arts. Chewing my fingernails and waiting for my muse to ent...
Save The Last Dance For Me
War is always full of surprises, but none quite like this one!“Halt! Who goes?” “Relax, private. It’s Major Jessop.” “Password – Sir!” “Seriously? You know I’m your CO, right, Private Tyson?” “Yessir, I know – but I still need the password. Sir!” I smiled, “’In England's green and pleasant land,’” I quoted, “And wel...
With whispers of the Heavenly Ghost choiring from the tabernacle. Listening to the pulse of the river flow. In the silence of my lonely wilderness over stepping stones and winter's moss. Forever my memories keep in my heart and soul's portmanteau. In the...
Golden Boy
A new football sensation is destined for stardom, but not if a disgruntled fan gets his way.As he watched the football results in an electrical retailer’s window, he saw that the only goal scored in the Denwick-Whitelaw match was scored by Tristan Simian, a Swedish striker. It didn’t surprise him one iota. Tristan played for Denwick in the third...
With your lip, as soft as lily pads, in a pond of golden koi, echoing love, as reeds of oboes whisper lust, like Sandpipers soaring, on wings of gliding kites. As the autumn moon dance in the shadows, and you with blossoms in your raven hair, dressed in a...
A World To Save
A day in the life of a struggling hero.The air tasted like lavender body wash and gunpowder. Fireworks dotted the night sky as the bang-bang-bang of New Year explosives ricocheted off the buildings in New Glory. Avery sucked in a deep breath and her hands to the moon, meaty palms up. It was gl...
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If given the chance, what would you change?Oh God, I want to get out of here," she moaned aloud to no one in particular. "Leave? Before the fireworks at midnight?" I, handsomely dressed in a black suit, slipped onto a barstool beside her. “Do I know you, sweetie?” She didn't turn towards me when s...
Open Your Eyes
Not everything is as it seemsIt’s that moment when you know you’re being watched; when an invisible hand reaches into your dreams and drags you back to reality. The shock sends your heart racing, the panic intensifying when inner voices whisper, Don’t make a sound, something’s not ri...
“I really despise this couch. Everything about it. You need to get a new one, or I’ll stop coming to these little chats.” “Focus, Daniella,” the therapist’s voice is low and colorless, like a forced kind of calming. “You were going to tell me about that n...
Mom screams. Short and piercing like she’s just stumbled across something startling. Her shriek comes from downstairs. ‘Sounds like she’s in the kitchen but why is she awake and out of bed at this hour?’She screams again, calling my name. ‘She needs me.’...