The longer I’m in limbo, the more the music takes over… You know the moment you put the needle on the record. When you get the lead-in, the snap, crackle and bop of anticipation. It always gets me. Every time. The second just before the tune kicks in. You’ve got to feel it. Take this morning’s offering. Going by the name of The Cat, courtesy of the legend that was “The incredible... Jimmy Smith”. He’s a current f...
I go into town on the night I arrive home. I was bound to. I’ve been away for a while and I want to see what’s going on. I have a bit of a sleep when I’ve dumped my stuff in my room but, after that, I’m feeling more refreshed. Then I have a soak in the bath and get ready. I leave the house and head up the streets. It’s weird coming back. There’s a feeling of novelty about it, tinged with the inevitable familiarity...
If you are going to become a butterfly and learn to float through the air, then you first must be the caterpillar and learn how to crawl. One can't simply just be a butterfly. Be the caterpillar, keep your head down, work hard, and dream big then one day, one day if the universe allows it, the time will come where you will open your wings and you will take to the skies. Big Bill was not always so big. His memories stretch...
Fatima pov Fatima it seemed had no choice in the matter as she was carried out of the trail. Why isn't she fighting back, why not scream and thrash and see if anyone would come. Except no one would come, people would rather avoid conflict and pretend it doesn't exist right in front of their faces rather than intervene. Plus four to one was certainly not a fair ratio and seeing where this goes actually caught her curiosity...
Danny Rogan, nine years and three months old, was sick of his life. Facing his second fight in a week, he wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as it was home. Games were stopping around the village schoolyard, as boys, and a few girls edged towards them. Eyes hopeful, mouths gaping in anticipation. Max Hindley’s pudgy face was six inches higher than his own, pure sneering malice. Big, hard and round, Max wa...
The house stood at a high vista spot square with the cardinal points and with a clear view all around over the barbed wired fencing to pastures and other houses scattered across the landscape. The single story frame house was moved from its foundation just a short distance away as the crow flies. It had been the farm home of a working family out on a back road just a few miles south. The outside walls were covered with ta...
The place I am searching, Is calling my heart with yearning. Eyes that are brimming with tears, Fighting the longing I have been feeling these years. Telling myself, "Never let the red string break", For soon I will definitely be there. To the place where I truly belong, To the only place, I call home.
If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...
My head felt as heavy as an iron wrecking ball. The pounding was so loud that I could hardly hear the voices... Voices? I kept my eyes closed and tried to make sense of the babble. There was something about trending, about 'Tats,' something about my son and, even worse, about 'no knickers'! It didn't make sense. I've no children; I don't have any tattoos and what exactly is 'trending'? No knickers for goodness sake, what...
PING! I took the coffee from the microwave but it was still cold, I had forgotten to press the button. I put the cup back inside and pressed it. Funny though, I definitely heard a really annoying 'Ping.' I sat down again and waited. There it was again, that really annoying 'Ping' and yet the microwave was still humming. Damn it; it must be the doorbell. Well, whoever it is can just go away. I've lost my knickers, and I'...
They approached the front porch hesitantly, passing between two blooming Rose of Sharon bushes with red flowers. A new place, strange to him, with dust specks dancing in the rays of the sun that flickered through the trembling chinaberry leaves down onto the weather-beaten wooden flooring. Everything had been painted at one time. Now just flecks still clung desperately to the surface of the porch walls and the floor while...
“Growing Up Ranch” Chapter Two Our House - The Cabin I grew up in a house, but not one like everybody else had. My house was a genuine log cabin built around 1898 as a homestead cabin by Ernest Newell. It was by cabin standards pretty large, but its size was limited to the length of the tallest tree large enough to build with, about sixteen feet long by sixteen feet wide. The cabin was two stories tall, but the original b...
You have always felt it Something inside Always with you A heartbeat away Then two hearts meet The souls join The happiness and joy Immediately take over Temporary interruptions Are small worries A matter of time To reflect on your love A smile A laugh A memory or two Your heart begins to beat faster Your temperature And breathing rises too Your content You found your love It is without doubt you know your home Never to l...
I know I have been here before. I could never forget this place where I watched the leaves change to vibrant shades of orange and hues of green. Or maybe the green was in your eyes as I fell asleep and you tended my cries. This tiny home so far from home. We walked away, wandered and roamed. Here I am again. Right, where I began.I love this house so much. Watching the snow, feeling your touch. Dancing nude in the backyard...
