Honeytrap
“Table for two,” the man says. She can’t hear him, but she can see his lips forming the words. The lighting inside the restaurant is soft and ambient, cocooning him in its glow. He turns and she can see the … Continue reading Honeytrap
“Table for two,” the man says. She can’t hear him, but she can see his lips forming the words. The lighting inside the restaurant is soft and ambient, cocooning him in its glow. He turns and she can see the … Continue reading Honeytrap
“Life is cyclical,” his father had told him every night as the fire from the hearth warmed his ruddy cheeks, his small toy cars drawing circles around his father’s large, socked feet. He hadn’t known what cyclical meant at … Continue reading Cyclical
“He’s not in good shape,” Dash said. He had travelled from Allanar when he heard what happened. I caught a glimpse of Vesstan through the slightly ajar door to the hospital wing. “Will he pull through?” Elyon asked. He had … Continue reading Arrow Branded – Chapter 16
“Vesstan,” Xavier called. Vesstan turned around, surprised. “Wait, you’re talking to me now?” he asked. He stopped in front of the elven prince and took a second to catch his breath. I stopped beside him and rested against a table. … Continue reading Arrow Branded – Chapter 14
We sat around a large round table. Everyone still in their party outfits, but with solemn expressions. Soleil still looked as though she were the royalty in the room. She glowed like the meaning of her name, sun, but she … Continue reading Arrow Branded – Chapter 12
(A DIALOGUE) An owner comes home with a package of cards in his left hand, a bottle of booze in his other. Sighs. The lights flicker on, humming steadily. The small apartment is dimly lit, scattering shadows everywhere. The … Continue reading Cards
The fight is never the hardest part Or the ending It’s the middle Waiting. Not knowing where you stand When you feel like a chunk is missing And you’re suspended in time I hate that. And you may be a … Continue reading Puzzle Pieces
You may think I’m crazy. Writing about puddles, Well yes. Puddles. P-U-D-D-L-E-S. When you think, It sounds really weird. Like me. Puddles, piddles, poddles. Why puddles? It could have been “skirrs”, For all us English people say. I personally think … Continue reading Puddles
By Cloudburst Haiku: Towering hills raised A bleak shadow it creates This mountain of mine Senryu: Rolling plains unfold As far as the eye can see This valley of mine Tunka: Forget-me-not blue To star-spangled navy night Beautiful to see … Continue reading Cosmos
By Brubek Coltrane In search of my lost companion, I strained my ears to pick up the reverberation that had so suddenly disturbed the silence of the night. When the forest’s quiescence was all that could now be heard, I … Continue reading Provenance