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Memories of an Amnesiac

A story based on a dream that made me cry, this had to be written before I forgot it.

My name is El-My name is E-I don’t know my name. Who am I? More importantly, where am I?Oh.I didn’t quite know what I was doing at the ceremonial event. It was not ‘my kind of scene’. But there I was at the opening credits of the play, formal wear on, in...

The Dance

Sometimes, someone is just perfect

I hold her close against me. Not the soft touching of a casual dance, but instead the close pull with my hand in the small of her back and our hips pressed together. I admire the smooth curve of her neck and the feel of her chest against me. I breathe her...

The house plant

A distinct memory and musing from my sister's death.

It lay forgotten in a pile of scattered potting soil, the green spider leg-like leaves splayed across the cream colored carpet. It was the only thing out of place in the room, apart from her absence, the humming and puffing of one machine, and the intermi...

The Sad Woman

Childhood memories sometimes surprise us.

Standing outside the curio shop looking through the display window, Tanya watched the woman standing at the counter inside. She had sad eyes. She wondered what had happened in the woman’s life to make her look this way. Tanya could almost feel the sadness...

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night.  You’ve been coming to visit more often (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you that remained when I woke was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I th...

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Gidealis Enigma Chapter 37

Demi is overwhelmed by the events, but there is only this much drama he can handle in one day.

Chapter 37 The Secrets of Black Stones The green domes of buildings are dimly lit with amber-yellow light. More and more kribers fly out and land around us. “How did you guys end up here?” Asmadis is so shocked, his eyes turn silvery-white. I’m beginning...

Rode Hard Put Away Wet

Who the hell's that old guy lookin` at.

Jumpin' out of the shower,lookin' in the mirror I seeswhiskers not dark brown, wild hairs grow'n ears, brows n' nose.Skin not so tight neither, face withered up like a punkin that's seen to much sun and cold.Chest's not up where it ott to be, come to thin...

December 26, 2012

Wrote this yesterday. I'm working on my first book of poems, and this'll probably end up in it.

5 days ago, the world ended 5 days from now, the year will 2 days ago, Lucy left 2 days from now, I’ll get over it Yesterday was a Roman holiday Tomorrow, I have to go back to work Today, I took the day off anyway To celebrate my survival. 20 years from n...

A week ago... to this hour....I woke up amongst the crumpled sheets, and saw your eyes slowly open.A week ago.your hand interwined with mine, and I felt your lips touch my own ever so gently. A week ago...I became breathless under your gaze, and you gave...