Pen to Paper

The idea is close; you can feel its presence .                                                                                           shadow …

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The Fabulous Mundane

the fabulous mundane, seemingly ordinary: an idealistic idea.   but .        the lines between performance and normalcy ...................................................................................................blur.   just non-tangible thoughts,   .                 you exist in the minds of others.   .                            …

The Visitor

He felt hot breath on his neck. Slowly turning around, he saw a large eye staring at him. The eye was nearly as large as his head. While it blinked, he took a cautious step back, then another, until he felt something against his back, a table most likely. “How do you do?” the dragon …

Calm Cacophony

The rain .     cascades down .     lightly . The wind .     caresses my .     skin . Touch and sound .     combined in .     calm cacophony

Phoenix Paint

. You had a life once. Created with care, someone took pride in you, showed you off. A doorway to whichever world your viewer desired, you were powerful. Proudly displayed on a wall, you surveyed all. Oh, the secrets you could tell. . Was it because of a secret that you were abandoned? Who turned …

Ocean Storm

The sails billowed in the wind from storm clouds. He leaned against the mast, turned away from her, controlling his breathing. In his peripheral vision he saw his crew pausing in their work to stare at them. “Aye, captain?” Her sarcastic tone was colder than the north wind. He closed his eyes, trying to keep …

Treading Water

I am cut and bleeding, but on this battlefield I point the healers towards those fighting to live.   I'm okay. I don't need help.   I am dangling from a rope, but in the canyon below are trapped souls with no escape out.   I'm okay. I'm not down there.   My boat has …