“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, frantically fumbling with the computer mouse. She smirked. “That isn’t the Victoria’s Secret website?” Failing to minimize the screen, he switched tactics. “I’m looking for your Christmas gift." “Oh? And only 364 sh...
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The Annual Gift
What if someone could come back to you?The Christmas present ticked and would open soon. They've chosen one out of billions annually since the Code was deciphered because its power must be limited. They placed the box in my home on Christmas Eve, timer set for eight in the morning. I'm waiting...
The Fragility of Age
Spare a thought for the mentally infirm this holiday."You got what for my mother?""A vibrator.""Why?""She was complaining about her sore feet.""So you bought her a vibrator?""I was trying to help!"The wife chased her husband out of the house. He ran until he lost her, then made his way back home, once he wa...
I Am A Lover Of Words
A word after a word after word is...I am a lover of words. I like What they do to my tongue.Each letter Whispers its own tune To me, When spoken together A song. Like love, How it opens the lips, Extends the tongue, Closes with a kiss, Sounds hopeful. How the letter O, When accen...
Misadventures in the Royal Word Cellar
Theo Sorris, page to the king, seeks a cure for Princess Poubelle’s Ghoulish Mouthus.It happened on the very day Princess Poubelle was to meet her intended, the handsome Prince John Don Ron von Finkleshteen. She came down with a wicked case of ghoulish mouthus. This frightful illness made it so everything the princess said was ill-mannere...
I Am The Deep, Dark Woods
Picture prompt 2I am the dark and spooky woods. Oh, please, don’t be afraid. Just because you see overhanging branches and tangled brambles, darkness and no way out, it doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you. I really do quite like visitors, actually. Come, enjoy my clearly...
The Trees Know All Our Secrets
The picture of the trees at dusk.I had hidden in the trees all day,until the dusky mist of twilight overcame me. Nothing you could say or do could ease the pain, or lightmy pathway from that strange madness. The trees seemed tortured as my soul,Twisted as my mind with sadness.The setting...
Naked
Picture prompt 2Stripped to nothing Everyone knows your secret You hear the whispers An out-of-body experience Occurs immediately It feels as though You’re in a forest, Walking amidst the Barren trees and Brambles of dead bushes In a perpetual Fog The cold wind Against y...
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To Fly Like a Hawk
An encounter in the forest inspired by the first picture.“David, is that you? Are you back?” she asked. There was no answer. It was a Red-tailed Hawk that had landed on a branch above. She had heard his wings flutter. She stared up now as she raised her arm, opened her palm, managed a smile and waved. A small c...
V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas
How does a gloomy grump see joy where there is no joy?This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there...
You will not pour ice on my mic Just because my lesson burns You’re not allowed to shame me‘cause your mind's too closed to learn I refuse to change my words around Or remove a single phrase‘cause my message is a mirror That reflects your naked face Race,...
Mr. Raymond's Jingling Jangling Wagon
A lonely man searches for solace after his beloved wife dies.Mr. Raymond's Jingling Jangling Wagon Mr. Raymond had so many pots and pans and other metal objects hanging from his pushcart he could not move it a couple of feet without the noise alerting the folks on Mulberry Lane that he was on his way. He was the Mu...
True Illumination There was once a lush and beautiful forest teeming with life, and any who passed through it felt refreshed and cheerful. Its borders stretched all the way from the village of Terrapacia, on the west, to the great waters of Undalar, on th...
The Boy with One Eye
If someone calls you insane or dissident or strange, it is just that they are half blindOnce, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They...
Carried Too Long
Been there, done that, dare not go back!Allowing myself to misplace reality's grip.Dwelling yet again in the past, feeling dismay.Into the bottomless depths of darkness I slip.Why could life not have been a different way? Trying to regain clarity, not where I want to be.Descending to the abyss,...