Jim always thought that wetting the desert must be mother nature's last minute chore before running out the door to more interesting activities. It's no slow beautiful drizzle, like in the rain forest, or fat drops spread evenly like in the northwest. No, the desert gets a bucket quickly poured over it. Water flows where it … Continue reading Dark Riches – Ch 1 (Short Story w/language)
Thank you for reading my post on this 3rd day of a quote challenge. I have been asked to participate by Scottishlegend.wordpress.com. So please feel free to check out his site and read some great stories. If you would like to self-nominate please go to the Scottish Legend's site to participate. "The secret of happiness is … Continue reading Quote Challenge Day 3
So if you missed yesterday's quote intro, I have been nominated by Scottishlegend.wordpress.com to participate in a 3 day quote challenge. I'm not doing it exactly right, but when do I ever. If you're interested in participating and challenging your own friends, please visit the above link to see the Scottish Legend himself. There's great steamy stories … Continue reading Quote Challenge Day 2
I have been lucky enough to be nominated by Scottishlegend.wordpress.com to post a quote a day for three days. So Thank You to the Scottish Legend. Now, I'm supposed to nominate three others but I don't feel comfortable doing that. I still want to participate and so I will. Because as I say, "I do as I … Continue reading 3 Day Quote Challenge
Emerging from bunker, life has evolved. Money paid, only three fingers severed. Granite wings flex, night has fallen. Laundry can wait, Momma's cleaning house. Last drop drank, miles to go. Attack at dawn, every ant counts.
Around I spin, head tossed back Giggles thrown high To the clouds, to the trees Honest joy
"I'm tellin' you Sam. It was Bigfoot!" The man decked out in camo held up his arms, puffed out his chest and took long loping steps down the center of Marcy's diner. "Walked like this and was eight feet tall." His comrades in hunting camo looked at each other and burst into loud guffaws. One of … Continue reading Mixed Wildling – Ch1 (Short Story Series)
Bruce hugs me closer. "Penny don't even think it!" he says gruffly into my ear. He always smelled so nice, I think how sad it is that I can't smell him anymore. "You know I have to Bruce. You know me." I push myself up to stand on my own. I begin to limp towards … Continue reading Blood Soaked Rejection – Ch 14 (Violent Short Story Series)
Instinctual fear comes every night. Fingers of dread that tickle my pulse, clench at my chest, strangle my throat. Uninvited visitor of shadow and mist. Sit off of my bosom and give it a rest. I know your creeping trick, your goading no longer startles me. Hovering by my bedside, watching while I sleep. You … Continue reading Tuck Me In (Poem)
She knocks from the glass, everyday from the glass. A reflection aching to escape. I fear her eyes. Their knowing gleam. In her visage is my weakness of spirit, of mind, of soul. She is stronger than I. No longer is she kind, soft or polite. A fist on glass, a small crack. I tape … Continue reading Reflections of We (poem)
