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- Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
Some say the eyes are the window to the soul. How naïve they must be, for it is not the eyes which reveal to you one’s true demeanor, oh no. The eyes, crafty and wicked as they are, spin tales of deception, all the while assuring you that they are to be trusted. It is not the eyes, no, but the ... - Poetry > Free VerseYou came home green-white-tan your name stitched nicely to your chest you were crisp. Recently ironed. All purpose and no smiles and you stopped. Two feet from me and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to say to this soldier green-white-tan or to hands freshly impri...
- Reviews > Book Reviews“Hello, Father. I have the girl you think is your daughter.” BoneMan’s Daughters by Ted Dekker is a thrilling mystery that tells the story of a serial killer called BoneMan. He’s the flawless father in search of the flawless daughter. When the first six girls he abducted fell short of his...
- Poetry > Free VerseI squint, blinded by the cutting words glinting off my shining plate. Or is it my tears? Forced back into my skull where they fester and boil creating a bubbling mass of pain and anger ready to burst behind my trembling eyelids. I place a shaking hand to my heart where the blade of he...
- Poetry > Free VerseFlowing around me, entertwining itself, music consoles me, when I'm at my very worst. The sounds of a thousand angel wings, thrumming, and fluttering, to their heavenly beat. Music is anger, it's courage, it's heat roaring and weeping, music is unique. Music is rain, icy col...
- Poetry > Free VerseOutside my frosty window pane, snowflakes flutter like blue-white flames. The wind blows through the barren branches, of tall oak trees and small door latches. It comes to me like a small pale ghost, whispering around my thin shoulders. I wrap my arms tighter still, to escape from the cold...
- Poetry > Free VerseStarbeams Sun shining off the snowflakes, that shimmer softly so that sunlight shoots its slender starbeams to spark subtle thoughts. Streaking through snowbanks, simmering splendidly, and saying,"Salutations!" Softly spraying sparkles off simple shining snow, swishing and sighin...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > Free VerseIf I were a bluebird, I'd soar to the heavens and simply fly. I'd flip and flap constantly upward, to taste a piece of the brilliant blue sky. If I were a bluebird, I'd stare from above at the people not lucky enough to fly feathered, and flutter about, up an octave. For my so...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe wind softly caresses me, and gently rustles the nearby tree. I gaze up at the bright blue sky, it saddens me to say goodbye. For I know that I may never see, such a beautiful spring day as thee. But I walk inside with a small sigh, for I know that I must say goodbye....
- Poetry > Free VerseRaspy voices call out from below, as we laugh up above oblivious to their woe. They reach up their arms to grab hold of a hand, only to find we've moved on from their land. They retract their hands slowly, growing sad and confused wouldn't we want help, if we were in their shoes? De...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe soft pitter patter of your feet on the floor, brings back memories from way back before. I watch from a distance as you scamper around, I see part of me in you that is normally bound. The swish of sand as you run to the ocean, sounds like a symphony of loving devotion. The splash of the ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe wet grass tickled my feet as I thrashed my way to the edge of my yard. The gentle glow of the moon reflected off the tears streaming down my face. A hole ripped through my heart and my gut wrenched as the reality of what had happened sunk in. I couldn't think straight. My head was whirl...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI remember the very day Hannah was born. It was a typical fall day, and the promise of winter sharpened the already crisp air. Still, you could tell by the way the wind picked up in excitement that something special was happening. I paced back and forth, my nails clicking on the hardwood floor...
