"So nice to meet you. Doctor Hertford. I'd love to have a visit but I'm dreadfully afraid of offices. How about lunch at my place?" I took her hand and shook it "Of course, your address is on this card, yes?" "Yes it is" she smiled and stalked off. I stared at her fine ass … Continue reading 3: 00am on a Monday in May.
My head hurts, I reach out to hold it. Just in case my brain is spilling out. Where am I anyway? I open my eyes and take in my surrounding. Lots of dust and the acrid smell of death and burnt things. A lady, her entire body covered but her eyes was screaming a name. … Continue reading Loop
He looks up at me slowly, taking me in, trapping me in those big brown eyes, then he raises the glass of water i supplied and swallowed. It might be me, but time seemed to slow, I watched as his tongue brushed his lower lip. Don't you want me the way I want you? I … Continue reading True Religion
You are beautiful, my love. So beautiful I can't touch you, for I fear death. To you and mine too. Like Mountain Laurel, your innocent white-almost-pink petals beckon, but I fear the best way to enjoy you is to leave you be, so sickingly sweet is the honey crafted from you. It makes my blood … Continue reading Death by Beauty
Before I begin, I have a confession. I am extremely jealous slightly envious of all you who live in countries that are blessed with snow. It's a warm night here, a clear sky and a beautiful full moon. I'm slaving away cheerfully helping out in the kitchen, so I took time out to put this … Continue reading THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
For a moment, I really thought about it. This thing called humanity: what makes us the same and what makes us so different. So I decided to put it down. Don't know how it's going to look like. This is unfiltered. Let's strip away nationality, skin tone, hair and eye color,religion and racial disparity, gender … Continue reading The Human
In the icy corners of your room, bathroom door slightly ajar. The razor glints beckons you. Your name whispered by the thin steel into the emptiness that is your soul. Memories of you undressing as I lit myself ablaze; Death came quick as I lay naked on your pyre. The clutches of sorrow and darkness … Continue reading 3rd of December
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt "A Dog Named Bob." On Bluejay Street stood a lonely house with a mailbox, the street was called Bluejay because it was like a haven to these birds. At the end of the street was a house with a man, his wife, their son and their beloved Alsatian, … Continue reading Here, Boy!
https://wordpress.com/post/?text=In+response+to+The+Daily+Post%27s+writing+prompt%3A+%3Ca+href%3D%22https%3A%2F%2Fdailypost.wordpress.com%2Fdp_prompt%2Fa-mystery-wrapped-in-an-enigma%2F%22%3E%22A+Mystery+Wrapped+in+an+Enigma.%22%3C%2Fa%3E This daily prompt provoked a lot of thought earlier on when I saw it. What don't people know about me? Well, if you'd have asked me this question a couple of years back, I probably would have given a list on the spot, but I've changed, I'm not as secretive as I was. I'm … Continue reading Sshh…It’s A secret
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "BYOB(ookworm)." well, turns out I do have the time and inclination to write. The First book is Lights. "So Apparently I've been reincarnating for as long as I live, and I have a psychic best friend, she's dead and alive. And a hunk of a boyfriend. I … Continue reading New York Bestseller