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Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perched at it's highest peek In the middle of the day Let me give my love to you Let me take your hand And as we walk... Continue Reading →

It never gets any easier, he mused as he stared down at the body. The hands still gripped the earth as they had in the moments before death. His stomach churred. He didn't want to be here. Why was his... Continue Reading →

Sink (prose)

Lost. trying to make my way home- i'm confused somehow- someway, i made a wrong turn. dazed. i slump to the grown. tipid water hits my face, seeps into the cuffs of my jeans. i'm lost. cellphone dying, my mind... Continue Reading →

Little Lucy crouched down in front of the animal, hand extended for it to sniff. It froze. Nose twitching, it inched closer. Curiosity, igniting bright, clear, eyes. She smiled at the little fox. It retreated. Her smile wavered. "I remember.... Continue Reading →

Clasped cup in hand, I sit before the Bitter Tree. Chisel in hand, I chip away. Repetitive motions, absent of mind. My mother chipped, her mother, chipped. Now the relentless carving falls to me. Chipping away at an entrenched edifice... Continue Reading →

She wanted to tell him the things he wanted to here. She knew he wanted to hear that this trip hadn't been a waste, that she was more in love with him than ever before, that he was still the... Continue Reading →

Satellites (microfiction)

She sat on the one of giant boulders that dotted the hillside. This used to be their favorite spot. Together they'd watch the stars twinkle above them. He called them satellites. She called them wishing stars. Tonight, she'd call them... Continue Reading →

Little Lights (Poem)

Little lights cradled in palms, Wishes, hopes, dreams, symbolized by the little, glowing, flame. Small, fragile, extinguishable. Still, they place those little lights inside those papery lanterns, Smiling, as they sail off into the sky. Welcome to week 125 of... Continue Reading →

Chapter 4: Breakfast for Two?

Chapter 4 of Another's Treasure Claire de Winter sat in a chair that turned out to be more comfortable than it looked and lost herself in the nature beauty on the other side of the window. She felt so at... Continue Reading →

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