Seventeen-year-old Jenny Ford was home alone one evening early in the month of December. Her parents were out at a Christmas themed ball and Mary, Jenny's eleven-year-old sister, was having a sleepover at a neighbours house just down the street. The eveni...
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The Night
There is something utterly mesmerising about the River Thames at night.The water flowed swiftly beneath my feet as I looked down from the parapet. There is something utterly mesmerising about the River Thames at night. The lights of the city reflected in the fast-flowing water have a beauty all of their own. Even on a wet ni...
Something flew past the bedroom window as Shannon closed it for the night. The dark shape went by quickly, so quickly that Shannon could not really see what it was. Startled, she jumped back. “Probably just a bat or bird,” the young woman muttered as she...
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The Last Train
A Halloween taleLydia placed a meagre collection of coins into the taxi driver’s outstretched hand. “I’m a bit short,” she said. “I’m terribly sorry.” He sighed but closed his hand around the money without counting it. “Thank you,” she said quietly and fumbled with the d...
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Divine Descent Ch 2
I will know peace once I can blur the lines of the chapters in my lifeDia From under the illuminating halo of the street light, Dia lounged upon the top of a rather sleek matte black Camaro Zl1. Eyes closed with her face tilted towards the sky, she used this moment to peace to her advantage. The stillness of night made it...
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Whatever honey drips from my lips would taste infinitely sweeter if pressed into a kiss So kiss me with abandon and hear the song my heartstrings play that I might hold you tight and let the beat take our breath away Until I can finally wake to your beaut...
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You've touched my heart to my very soul.You came into my life and made me whole. I wish I could lie down beside you when each day is done, and wake up to your face in the soft light of the rising sun. I've held you tight in my armsand kissed your lips...
Time passes like it always does. But, this time here is different. This time I am alone. Alone, I have never been this alone before. It is not that sense of loneliness one gets when surrounded by people but no one who knows you. This is the loneliness tha...
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Through the valleyUp the mountainOver the hillsStars shine brightA new moon very lowRomance and joyFull of lifeShorter winter daysAutumn sunny and hotThe falling of leavesMisty early morningFeeling the coldBitter FrostThe sun in goldBrilliant colorsThe s...
Vernon hears a WHOOOOO
An owl And I get closeOne summer evening when I was about 4 or 5 years old, an owl was hooting off in the woods. It was a moon-dark night so from inside the cabin all that could be seen was a pitch black empty.I stood at the window and tried with all my might to see the owl. “...
Crows
The past catches up with usonce I watchedjust afterduska hugeflock of birdsfly massively froman old mildewed pier.deserted it was;the pier I mean.it had sat therein itsstinking mould for manyyears,friendless and alone.then the birds,crows I’m sure,(though they say crowsonly roost i...
Walking Along Hand In Hand
A couple walk along a beach.As they walk together hand in hand The sun setting in the distance tonight Enjoying the moment as they stand Holding each other feels just right Hands are locked, fingers entwined The waves calm and in their reach The waves rush together and collide They...
The sun does not set onThis face of mine,Nor soar on wings of fire to me,Nor rush to greet me,Kiss me, leave me,Nor burn and scorch the skin from me.It is I who moves awayWithdrawnFrom light and lifeAll blazing bright andCloistered inMy rising run,The wei...
A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shim...