Short Story – “Crying without Weather” – 2/14/2022

To assure the solemn, then begin to reassure that one in those depths. Assuming first that a man here is not crying because of the weather, as no dark clouds exist within the sapphire-blue skies. Omit then that they could have been the culprit to his mood. If the sun is great and bright, then… Continue reading Short Story – “Crying without Weather” – 2/14/2022

Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/2/2021

“I think, that when I look at the night, I can see something still so mesmerizing of color as the day. I can see nothing missing in detail, never deprived of either vividness nor shape. A flawless form; though, dead with the teardrops that fell, while in desperation, attempting to raise a garden from a… Continue reading Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/2/2021

Short Story – “The Empty Prodigy” – Chapter I – 8/19/2021

Colors will drain from the open wound. Upon the carpet, upon the spaces where sunlight brought in from open windows is shown warmest, as these marks are left without memory for why or when they were applied. They just were, because colors can be left behind. Color-blinded, some people are, though not ever blinded of… Continue reading Short Story – “The Empty Prodigy” – Chapter I – 8/19/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021

Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Height of Her Burial” – Love Story – 6/15/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Gift you Strength, Bleed your Weakness” – Tragedy – 5/4/2021

Curtains, as everyone's enemy. Concealment, of a human side, made as blessed. Safety was our concern, as all to everyone's fear. Though, love would not lose. Love would not depart. Not ever, safely. Not at all, without the storm. We are weary. In each other's arms, we are heavy. I've granted you the yearning to… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Gift you Strength, Bleed your Weakness” – Tragedy – 5/4/2021

Short Prose – 200 Words – “Play the Notes of Tragedy” – Romanticism – 3/8/2021

Her heart, long and venomous was ever the sadness that chimed upon the strings. Could I? To stoop my head low to gift a kiss to her notes, would I then fade? As she, being the one who wishes to be vapor, I'd gather it in my lungs at this final leap. Pioneered for the… Continue reading Short Prose – 200 Words – “Play the Notes of Tragedy” – Romanticism – 3/8/2021

Short Prose – 300 Words – “The One who Grieves…” – Romanticism – 3/8/2021

He believed more in betrayal, than that of love. Watched, as the stars kissed his cheeks. Waited, as the haze melted him into a portrayal of surrender. Laughed, as the clouds mocked him among their height. He kept something. A locket. Of a face with two roses for cheeks, blush for the sake of the… Continue reading Short Prose – 300 Words – “The One who Grieves…” – Romanticism – 3/8/2021

Day #1 – 600 Words – Writing Prompt – “A Gift for Misery” – Romanticism – 12/5/2020

"How can hope, be this sick?" says he, to the fog of himself, before the mirror's idleness. For a reflection's sake, love is his only teardrop to come forward, marking his humanity into the glass. It is at his feet. It is a puddle, mirroring him. A photograph. Of a woman, to the world. To… Continue reading Day #1 – 600 Words – Writing Prompt – “A Gift for Misery” – Romanticism – 12/5/2020