The W's
Why is the women's touch as tactile as a razor's cut and a feather's tail?
Where along the way a request came for a nail to puncture a blood's veil?
Which of us have the skin, plated this deep thick, to be
One Page Stories
Leaves & Petals
Does little regret mean I've lived too little? Done too few mistakes to learn and grow from?
Why is the drama so much more enticing than a calculated approach? I instinctively answer my own question: "Because boring is boring."
How am I to treasure my life,
Melancholy Never Laughs
Morning came and made her think I can only make what I feel. Melancholy has to be my only friend, for it grabs and entertains me the most. I see her often enough we are practically best friends anyway. "Best friends remain those who can cross swords and laugh
A Man of a Habit
One.
Two.
Three.
Repeat.
And They Wept
When the springs ran out one Spring morning all of the village wept deeply.
Some hundred years later they were no longer the place of harmony and retreat; the Thousand Springs. With one fall, and of no fault of their own, they've been defined anew.
The Last Droplet
A Pig Who Slept On Peppercorn
Something dark and twisted troubled the little pink piggy. Its off-white hair has curled the deeper it sunk into the sheets of the softest bed. Little piggy turned to the right side. Little piggy turned to the left side.
"SMACK," the little piggy punched the uneven pillow with
Opal King
And the man smiled. Through his teeth gleaming streaks of gem and yesterday's flavour.
Dancing on top of a cage trousers down. In between his cheeks was a parade of glitter.
Raw and uncut was his style. Throbbing to sides dominating all surroundings.
Opal King led his people