(The Prophet) There’s work to be done in this world, but it’s not work for boys or girls. Where once there were people of a great and mighty nation, Now all I see is a slave generation. A Slave Generation. Slave to your phone, to the drugs you rejoice, slave to the music, it’s all your choice.   (The Populace) But I don’t need work done in my world, Work isn’t needed for boys or girls, Where once there were people of mora...

Now and Forever: a love story The dream was back--so were the eyes. They hovered in an angry sky just above the horizon, seeing everything but focusing on nothing. Amy knew those eyes—knew a time when they’d been filled with happiness and a love of life. But that had been before her brother came back from Vietnam. Young, naked, and skinny, she stood alone and vulnerable on a hill surrounded by flames where everything kept...

The next day I'm on the bus. Stumbling and muttering an obscenity, a woman attempts to get on the bus. She flopped on the bench. She looks like something the cat dragged in. That's when I recalled her. Looking at me she spoke, “Do I know you?” “No, but I saw you last night.” “Oh Gawd! What happened?” “You sang show tunes.” Grimacing, “Anything else?” “You pirouetted around a lamp-pole.” Looking down, “Is that all?' “No, y...

As Jane was led to the back room she felt foolish for her outburst earlier. If Victor had intended to kill her he'd have done so already. They stopped in front of the tapestry where Victor slid the heavy hanging cloth to one side and opened the door, together they entered the room.  He paused at the back wall and showed her the carefully disguised finger holds. He then placed his fingers in the holds and pressed. Jane hea...

The next morning Stiles was escorted to the railway station by two of the deputies and they stayed with him on the platform until the train arrived and boarding began. "Remember what the boss said about showing your face here again," one of the deputies warned. "And don't even think of jumping off as we ain't leaving here until the train is well underway and one of us are gonna follow on horseback until the train reaches...

See-- Here’s what you don’t know. Every word or phrase, essay or poem, story or musing that I writeis a stab with adouble-edged sword to defeatan indelible recording of the recurring commandI received while growing up. The message was a simple‘shut-up’. They say I’m quiet, and that I don’t havemuch to say. Well, let me tell you about theDiary of a Potential Chatterbox:a Smothered Extravert. Anytime a ‘How are you today?’...

Chapter 51 The Golden Rain “Maybe because you all know more than I do!” I answer loudly to the child, but no one is surprised. “Thank you.” Is heard behind us. I turn around, startled, and it is Yasen, transparent, just like Verba. He addressed his “thank you” to Kallitris. I’m astonished at this turn of events, as if one can get any more astonished with these folks. This is when the crowd starts yelling and cheering in h...

Chapter 49 The Revelation “I saw Leot.” The erahi blurts out. Then he frowns, pausing, and looks around to make sure no one had heard us. Why am I so scared all of a sudden? I do not know why I’m afraid of this thing, this creature, my creator. He is too omnipotent, too unpredictable, I guess. When I lived on Earth he seemed desirable. I wanted him, I dreamt of him. But now? Everywhere I turn it seems like Leot either cre...

Chapter 11 Amethyst Wings Granted, I can’t say no to anyone asking for help because of my programming, but also because I’m such a narcisstic personality, always seeking attention. We get in trouble because we give in to a weakness, only to blame others. Well, I’m not going to blame anyone, whatever happens. Luan is reserved, discreet, almost mysterious. “I’ve lost a silver ring with a precious stone that your father gave...

For all my plans now laid to restand all my dreams once given testThere comes a time and wish that's bestForgotten and unsaidFor all my conduct ill-conceivedand all my sorrows ever grievedThere comes a time andwish believedRemembered yet unreadFor all my secrets unveiled to youand all my hopes yet to come trueThere comes a time and wish and hueShared but never shedFor all my feelings ever shownand all my doings never know...