Petullia gently kicked the sand along the shore of the small lake. She stood in a lace long sleeved wedding gown with a crown of pastel dahlias that rested atop her head. Waves of light brown hair flowed to the middle of her back. The flower she held clos...
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The Healer's Spirit
On a quest to free her mother’s spirit from a wicked pact, Tana faces a final confrontation with her past.The Princess’ Grief Princess Artanna of Tan Kolar watched her mother sink to the ground and lie still. Litanus, the acolyte of her father who had done the deed, released the garotte from around the woman’s neck. He knelt and confirmed that she was dead. T...
Three, Two, One
To my exYou found me in the dark,A topographic map of my traumaCovered my body for you to seeWhat a strange discovery you had made Extended your hope to meLulled into a false sense of securityReached into my chest, ripped out my heartJust to watch it beat...for y...
Fuel Season 3: Episode 19 – The Millionaire Affair
After the shocking events of Love 'n War, Savana and Thawn begin to make massive waves.14th of February – Season 3 As Savana sat at the back of the black BMW 320d, she wondered if she wasn't overdressed. She managed a smile thinking about the irony compared to what she was thinking on her first night on Fuel. Savana looked over at the man w...
At night I weep with heart's despair, Is there no one for me? To share thy life, mine evening prayer, One last first kiss by thee. Behold, sweet Patience doth surprise, Oh my, thou look my way; Thine eyes they linger, passions rise, Prayers answered on th...
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 11 – Rivals and Crushes
As his personal life comes to life in the public light, JVZ looks to his zen for guidance.15th of November – Season 3 "Juan, where are we going?" Juan can Zonder looked at his companion The eighteen-year-old Teresa Koek had a worried look on her face but he knew that there was an excitement building in her as he led her up the mountain. "You'l...
Lonesome Cafe
Without you, I'm so alone.The morning is cold. My heart left empty, yet still full of love, so full of love for you. I sit here now alone, with my heart in pain, yet so full of love for you. My fingers tremble and wrap the only thing I feel, this cold cup of coffee, and a heart fu...
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Journey of the Heart Through the Loom of Life
A poem of love for Emma - my wife and companion through the years...It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in a...
Carpe Diem
How much do you really know about our myths and legends?Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but they do say that truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind — I only want to set the record straight before...
One, Two, Three
When you have a crushOne, two, three, When I close my eyes, it's you I see A smile that warms my heart I wish you to be my fresh start One, two, three When I'm alone, I think of thee The sweetness of your laughA future, I hope we craft One, two, threeLet us lay beneath a peac...
I don’t know when I lost her. She held on as long as she could. I was aloof. Careless. I loved her. I just never showed her how much. Now I can’t. She has flown away forever. I saw caterpillars. She saw butterflies.
Memories
Make the most of very moment...I was flicking through sites on my phone while enjoying my morning coffee when I read an advertisement for a writing competition. To be eligible you were required to write a story of between one and five thousand words about a situation where you survived...
Just dusty objects in a box, just traces of love affairs, of friendships long gone and whispers in bedrooms. Just a house standing alone, bearing witness through time. Just our memories in the air, some words echoing softly in the dark tunnels of the mind...