Murky blue eyes searching for a face in the chaos of creation. Latched and mapping every sweet smile of nurturing salvation. Embraced tightly in comforting pose, never feeling more secure and whole. Soft whispers of motherly affection are placed in a fragile ear, "Grow. Love. Live. Be as happy as you can." Art is 'Woman … Continue reading Unconditionally (Poem)
I don't know how many of you noticed but I've been post free for a few days due to a stomach bug someone generously shared with my family for Thanksgiving. I'm working back into writing and catching up on posts and housework. I'm sure there's going to be more stretches of silence from me but … Continue reading Keep it to Yourself and Wash your Damn Hands
via Daily Prompt: Elicit Wandering Minds Daydreams push to the front of my mind. I sit back and escape to a new dimension. Adventures sweeping past that elicit throaty whispers or strokes of genius. Let flighty minds roam, they are the core of creation; bouncing vivaciously. Keep it all shameless, unfettered, and gloriously free. Dream … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Elicit Wandering Minds (Poem)
Ugh! I'm a cranky bitch when I'm tired. A plaguer came up to give me a hug and nibble this morning and I just stabbed him in the head. Didn't even think on it. I plain ol' didn't have the patience to dodge him. Problem was, the hilt of my knife bottomed out in the … Continue reading Just Another Apocalypse Diary: Day 3 (Short Story Series)
I walked the two miles to the ocean this morning. Carmel Valley is a strange mix of posh mini mansions and tiny remodeled cabins, like the one I'd claimed. Big money and country living, rolled into one. I would have never been able to afford a place near here, before. With a bachelor's degree in … Continue reading Just Another Apocalypse Diary: Day 2 (Short Story Series)
Vikki felt something tapping away at her skull. A bird maybe?, she thought while coming out of her dream. Then there was a "Psst..Psst!" and more tapping. Now awake, she opened her eyes and softly gasped. Seth's face came into view instantly, because he was hovering over the bed. She then realized that she was … Continue reading Mixed Wildling Ch !8! (Short Story Series)
via Daily Prompt: Filthy Play Time Satiny smooth under rough fingers, handfuls of warm mound. Forbidding the activity makes it that much sweeter. Pat firmly to illicit a soft smacking pop. Wetness that clings and slides in its form. Jostled and jiggled into the position desired. Lovingly caressed into a dirty gift of nature. I … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Filthy. Play Time
When you finish this story and want to continue the Zombieness, check out Paul E. Bailey's story! The world is shit and zombies. I kick myself time and time again for not following my aunt Winnie's advice to prepare for the end of the world. I mean, who would have thought she wasn't a total whack … Continue reading Just Another Apocalypse Diary: Day 1 (Short Story Series)
When the staring moon births shadows like the sun, I watch for you. Drop that cape of murky intent to the sand, our journey begs your full attention. Beckoning glances entice you along the salty path of ruination. One step at a time I become your conciousness, your everything to crave. Our dark precipice is … Continue reading Washing it Away (Poem)
via Daily Prompt: Flames Do the flames tickle your toes, blacken the skin, smother your nose? Will those evil deeds come to mind as your life flashes before your eyes? Are the sins you inflicted doubled back in stark retribution? Can torture in its finest form cure a singularly villainous soul? Does the bloody horror … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Flames (Poem) -Bloody Hell
