The summer of 1975 provided hot, sunny days and warm, balmy evenings in Detroit. Having a pool in our backyard meant late-night swims so we could go to bed and let the box fan in the window blow air on our wet hair, helping to cool us off enough to sleep. That was my parents’ idea of air conditioning. I never minded the heat. As hot as it was, it was nothing compared to the humid, tropical weather I experienced on my many...

Darn it! I just lost a chocolate chip on the floor. It fell right out of the pumpkin chocolate chip cookie; I was so much enjoying. What a bummer! Since that is the best part or shall I say the highlight of it all. Yes, of course, the rest of the cookie is good too. Oh but, when it comes to those sweet little chocolate chips it’s like losing a small treasure. They are so delicious! Such delightful little morsels melting i...

I'd always found it odd seeing my brother as a father. I still remembered when we were kids, running around on the playground acting a fool. And now, he had a kid. When John had asked if I wanted to come with to pick him up, I'd said yes. Any chance to see my favourite nephew. Unfortunately, the storm brewing up above seemed to have found its figurtive counterpart as both John and J.J. were wearing scowls on their face wh...

You and I had a grand house, Crafted from our dreams. It had everything we wanted, But it kept bursting at the seams. I mended and patched until my hands bled, Yet I smiled and told you 'we're ok it's not dead'. One by one you removed all the bricks, Until we lived in a shack made of broken sticks. I wondered to myself why would you do this? Why destroy something that once filled us with bliss? Have you built another, way...

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the corner of the street where the famous door read, ’221b Baker Street.' Of course, it was not the entry or the exit of Sherlock Holmes and his paparazzi. It was the next door. A large parcel was being shifted to the house. The house that lay in the middle of a wide array of flowers and fruits in the yard. People shouted and made much of the occasion. It was Christmas and apparentl...

Are you ready to dance? Allow me to help you up,Your steps will be unsteady,Do not fret or worry,I’ll let go when you are ready. Are you ready to perform? The lights are bright,Shining in my eyes,I look to him for support,As he’s helping me to rise. Are you ready to dance? A smile upon my face,Raised on pointed toes,Taking a deep breath,My eyes begin to close. Are you ready to perform? Twirling in tiny circles,My music be...

Every time you’re mean to meOr when you let me downIn my head I hear a "dink"A hollow metal sound Not the clear ring of a bellOr soothing music chimeNor the striking of a clockMarking out the time "Dink" is disappointmentLead slug in the machineLanding in the coin returnWorthless to redeem The sound of muffled guitar stringsTheir music clipped and flatHopes and dreams that tumbled downA "dink" is all of that Perhaps my ex...

Her ears rang with his constant shouting. Drained and exhausted. Her body betraying all natural instinct. She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on. His voice sent shudders throughout her. Screaming at her endlessly. Her head nodding side to side in silence. Why won’t he stop? What does he want? What does he expect? She failed. She let everyone down. If only he would stop yelling at her. Doesn’t he know she is more...

I walk down the hall. There's a hutch with trophies in it, all of them made of gold or silver. The floor is wooden, stained oak. Stairs are ahead of me and my friend stands at the bottom. I try to smile, but my lips get stuck at a grimace. She looks up at me, her green eyes wide, and shakes her head, eyelids falling to half down her eyes. The disappointment slaps me in the face and even as I awake I swear I can feel a bur...

She slowly walks into the dark forest wiping the tears from her eyes. The tree tops filter the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the branches. The brambles from the vines at the base of the trees are ripping at the bottom of her dress. She hears something a few feet away, fear causes her heart to flutter, but she doesn't see anything. She spins around looking for the source of the noise. Stopping, her eyes land on a...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Build a bridge with crumbling bricksAnd fall into the depths below.Ask a token of an ancient princessAnd watch the moths fly from her scarf.Bake the bread of welcoming with weevil-ridden flourAnd bring it freshly spoiled from the oven.Feed the sparrows an empty worm skinAnd watch them flutter away with empty bellies.Put some flo...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What lonely night is this whenHope comes a-knocking at my door?Her whispers through the oaken barricadePush my dreams into realms of fear.Fear of pain andFear of remembrance;Fear of lonely, sneering echoes;Fear that what I once believed inWill never be my precious gift;Fear that loving, gentle kissesWill never grace my ugly lip...

The years had passed as had desire. We simply didn’t have the fire that once consumed us many years ago. But you still ached to feel that spark that once caused magic in the dark. To feel your passions rage and ebb and flow. One day you said it would be swell to find ourselves a nice hotel and go and have a little summer fling. We could give romance a shove and re-ignite our carnal love. The earth would move and we would...

Growing up wasn’t much fun,In a dysfunctional family of the worst degree.But I always knew my life wasn’t done,The world still held much for me to see.School was hard.. no cap and gown,Too many things I worried about.The path isn’t clear with your eyes looking down,My worth I always seemed to doubt.Friends collected from here and there,No pattern in life could I rely on.Even though they said they cared,When I need them mo...