Flash Fiction – Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/6/2021

“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 Flash Fiction – Excerpt – “Prayers at every Rooftop” – 9/6/2021

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 – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 5,500 words – Unedited

I He paces, in support of himself. His footsteps crumble remnants of a previous Autumn, for now the season is Spring. Something keeps his forward direction, though his heart requires a quilt, even as a hand to keep it company. This elder, this man, follows the sidewalk gleams, like it were a pathway of snow… Continue reading Short Story – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 5,500 words – Unedited

Short Story – Chapter I – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 8/15/2021

He paces, in support of himself. His footsteps crumble remnants of a previous Autumn, for now the season is Spring. Something keeps his forward direction, though his heart requires a quilt, even as a hand to keep it company. This elder, this man, follows the sidewalk gleams, like it were a pathway of snow for… Continue reading Short Story – Chapter I – “An Elder’s Springtime” – 8/15/2021

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 Story – 4,000 Words – Title: “Faded Flowers” – Unedited – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

I “Helpless Disposal” Why have the clouds come together? Is the heart ever the same? He steps. He buries a foot in the soft earth, pushing himself against the gusts that tear into his middle-aged form. “I have to return home before the earth begins to tremble at the first sign of thunder.” Yet, the… Continue reading Short Story – 4,000 Words – Title: “Faded Flowers” – Unedited – Wartime Romance – 3/30/2021

Short Prose – 400 Words – “Scars from Raven Claws” – Romanticism – 3/12/2021

Slowness to sobriety. Fill me up with the porcelain from your eyes, with the sentences that perspire upon the lids. Keep me afloat in your drunken state, in the arms that swim, while nails begin to dig. You let fall your fingers to pierce the wood of a coffin, while I am settled in the… Continue reading Short Prose – 400 Words – “Scars from Raven Claws” – Romanticism – 3/12/2021

Short Prose – 250 Words – “Caretaking Love” – Romanticism – 3/10/2021

He has fed on her stare. Of her smile, too, blossoming from the face, pallid in its ill-like discoloration. Of stare and smile, both. He stays living among wine for his sadness, granting him warmth of vermillion liquid droplets, then to her palms outstretched for his grasp. Of stare and smile that looms, from beneath… Continue reading Short Prose – 250 Words – “Caretaking Love” – Romanticism – 3/10/2021

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

Short Prose – 300 Words – “Always, Never Lit” – Romanticism – 12/12/2020

How many tears can I hold, in arms, that do not carry the future? I cannot even carry the present forward, for I hold the blame in me. I hold the scars close, the present watered from my eyes, with the blue seas around my feet. Land is so far away. Same with daylight. Though,… Continue reading Short Prose – 300 Words – “Always, Never Lit” – Romanticism – 12/12/2020

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