Years ago I wrote a story in my college class called #Promese# It is pronounced like Promise but with the "e" sound. Story Promese lived in a high-rise apartment in New York overlooking a neighborhood of tall buildings filled with broken glass in the streets, the steady sound of cars passing on the neighboring streets, the constant sound of glass bottles being broken on the ground from the partiers the night before, heart...

You Though I Was Not Good Enough! With my full lips & Round Hips You say I'm not good enough! With my kinky locked sun-kissed free flowing hair & brown eyes that reflects your stare. You say I'm not good enough! With my darkened blackcherry vibrant wined skin as that which has been going through the press of time to become The Best of It's Kind And you say I'm not good enough! I am an Enterprise all of my own I am educate...

The White Pawn X"So what do I owe this unwanted visit, captains?" Commander Jorden asked, setting his quill down in the bottle of ink before sitting back."Ser we need to speak with Captain Lewis Gren's men right away." William asserted."How come I get the feeling you boys know something about his disappearance?"That caught William off guard, he didn't expect for Captain Gren's disappearance to be noticed so quickly. Worse...

Loni took a seat and moved closer to the table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Brad's parents surveyed the way she had dressed and the amount of makeup she wore. "My, that's an interesting ensemble. Is it new?" his Mom finally stated in carefully chosen words. "No. It's been hanging in back of my closet for too long and I decided to wear it," she answered. The waiter almost dropped his tray of water glasses and hot...

[[ The next dayproceeds much like the last. Karla is picked up at her room and taken to the Library and dropped off. She signs out the same book and then spends the morning copying it verbatim, then meets her escort for a long lunch where they do a fast translation.]] Chapter 4. Escape and News of Isfahan's Fall (1387 AD). It has been past a month since my last writing as the moon is again but a sliver, just as it was whe...

I sigh as I walk into the house and drop my backpack. All the cars are here, but I don't see anyone inside. The dogs are put away, the cats are nowhere to be seen, but I spy random lights turned on while most were left off. And of course, I see the full dishwasher opened just enough to signal that it needs to be emptied. Ignoring the dishwasher, I walk to the back of the house to unleash the pups from their confinement. O...

True happiness and careMixed with laughter and tearsPeace from withinBelonging and TrustStanding by my sideWith everlasting faithAll these things you gave meToo many to ever nameI can never repay youFor teaching me so muchYour love is unconditionalYour heart made of goldYou made your markOn my heart mind and soulAll that I am Or ever hope to beI owe most of it to youThank you for being thereAnd loving me

Hearing the sound of piano notes being played as if it were an overture or prelude, almost as if all had been choreographed or set to music like a set piece yet I know it to be a mind game, with confusion mingling with the sound of curses echoing from past lost opportunities mixed with regrets. As I stand here wondering if paradise is lost or just been blinded by rainbows and watching the wind? Feeling like I am on the do...

Gus’s Life ---A dog's eye view of his world. Intro Okay here are the bare facts. The ugly truth; I am a dog! I guess it could have been worse; I could have been born a cat. Now there’s a bad attitude and a waste of fur if ever I saw one. With dogs, you always know where you stand. Cats have a hidden agenda. Always appear like they couldn’t care less. Let me tell you this people! IT’S A FREAKIN’ BIG LIE!!!!!!!!!! CATS DO C...

Sometimes, as the sages taught us, it is the very darkest of nights that bring the most illuminating truths. So it was when Piotr found himself suddenly on a cliff-top in the middle of a dream one night; well that is how it seemed. Let me try to explain. Piotr had gone to bed, as usual, that evening at around 11 pm. He had switched off the light in his small living room, wandered to the kitchen to draw a glass of water an...

The tears flow,I wish I could sleep, to drift down into unfeeling nothingness To cut myself off from this hollow emptiness But the tears flow and my thoughts SwirlPlaying out every twisted scenario of How I fucked it upHow I could have done it differently Of how much of a goddamn idiot I amStunted in emotions Stunted in heart Dead in the head Unable to express what it is that you truly meanTo meUnable to admit, for fear o...

Finding myself walking alongside the river at the tail end of that winter of discontent, as I find myself taking that path beside it, as I follow each serpentine curve and going to where it leads, and not minding the fine mist from those heavy gun metal grey skies overhead. And still being able to still feel a touch of the winter and it’s chill that’s still in the air, and having the feeling of being watched, and observed...

You standing there next to me, heard me say once, that I wanted to be able to touch the earth in all its various forms and meanings, and to feel it under my feet as I hold it and be able to break its clods in my hands, and then to be able to sleep here with you upon this hard packed ground. As I feel myself lost in your warmth and the comfort of your arms.With pillows of bluebonnets under our heads, underneath a vast blan...

Sitting here in these early morning hours watching downtown come to life, and hearing the faint strains of the X-Files theme being played in the background, and is seeming to emphasize these strange days and times that have caught up and found me. As I feel the triple shot of that silver bullet caffeine begin to kick in and know that the Devil’s in the details and not all has been revealed completely or made clear with th...

There once was an only moment that had too few folks in focus: Not the first, not the last, and not the least, and always there seems to stand a form of unforgiving opposition to the foibles of us, who inhabit this Vale of Tears, as destruction seems to be always right around the corner and though beauty might surround us it cannot save us. There are also moments and times when beauty and mystery collide with the power to...