Line of letters that are not mine, though I'm awake late making them bit by bit. Someone else will lie and say it's theirs. Money is money. I will never say its mine because I kept a promise to say it wasn't. Someone else will lie and say it's theirs. A story. Is it nicotine? … Continue reading Ghostwriting
Raising a Hero–chapter 20
The priest smiled in relief and stepped aside for us as we got out of the pew. He gestured to one of the gold doors far off to the side and I followed him. With how shiny the door was, I figured I was suppose to assume there’d be equal treasures on the otherside, so … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 20
Autumn Nostalgia
I think it's getting chilly. I can smell Halloween and taste Christmas, and can't help but feel I wasted Summer. No more beaches, no more swimming, no more laying out in bright sunshine. Look forward. I know. But I don't have balmy warm days, and drinking in rainbows of leaves just doesn't happen. No more … Continue reading Autumn Nostalgia
Victim
I hurt. Quick numb the pain numb the pain. Because there's nothing I can do to change. If only it were my fault. Numb it. Numb it. Powerless. You hurt, and you just have to hurt. SHUT UP! Numb the pain numb the pain I don't feel a thing, because what else do I do … Continue reading Victim
Butterscotch
Butterscotch on the back of my throat. Like thick corn syrup and straight sugar. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch synonym for sun for the vampire I always thought I was. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch maple drenched pancakes without the cake heavy in my stomach. Swallow down, … Continue reading Butterscotch
Raising a Hero–chapter 19
Important Author's Note: Soooo, I can't figure out how to get this site to change it's font. In the original manuscript, Nehcor's voice was in a different font in single quotation marks ' '. Since the font doesn't transfer over and because wordpress is either complicated or fontist (think racists, except with fonts), his voice … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 19
You Can’t Go Home
Why can't I go home? This war, someone died. There's blood-- it could just be red and I'm freaking out-- why am I freaking out? Can I come home? Because someone died and I wasn't made for this. I was made for mama's arms and the kitchen during the holidays and well worn sofas and-- … Continue reading You Can’t Go Home
Catwoman vs. The Plig Dress
The hanger lied. The leather pants were not my size, and my cheeks ballooned like white mushroom tops above the black waistband, promising, and failing, to make me Catwoman. Nah. I'm a thick calved black pillar to hold up the white marshmellow balloons, so thick the band that won't swallow pushes them up to my … Continue reading Catwoman vs. The Plig Dress
Raising a Hero–Chapter 18
Nehcor and I needed to talk. “Don’t you guys have, like, a temple or a church around here?” Hal, who was elbow deep in sanitizing one of the five rooms of the inn (four little with single beds and one a bunk, the fifth a ‘suite’), didn’t even stop to answer the question. “Of course. … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 18
When it Rains
When it rains the slugs come out and eat all my green attempts to be skinny. They need no shells, no fear of claw, for predators hide from the sky when it rains.
Author T.S. Lowe 