I never asked for the truth, not being too good at it myself… Tell me all the lies that you want, twist and turn reality if you will. As long as I find a meaning to our story when I look in your eyes, my home is here in your arms. In…… Continue reading Meaning…
Curled up in the big wing chair by the window, she picked up the letter that rested on the coffee table… Wrapped in a warm blanket, she unfolded it, and read the words slowly, imagining his hand trembling over the piece of paper… My dear, As I sit here, locked…… Continue reading Brave enough…
Sitting in the train, her forehead against the window and her legs stretched over the aisle seat, she felt like a teen again. Listening to his words, pressing the cellphone to her ear, as if it would make him any closer… He usually made most of the talking, but right now, she was telling…… Continue reading Sweet Serendipity…
Neon lights and late night drinks had awakened her taste for blood. She had spared him way longer than what she had expected. It had been fun, playing the ingenue all along, but her true nature was bound to surface some day… Or some night. Tonight. By some slick trick of hers, she had…… Continue reading Midnight City…
The squeeking of the rocking chair seemed to fill the room. Her thoughts were blurry, more and more every day. She didn’t always find her things, didn’t always recognize familiar faces, didn’t know how to pick her words anymore… But her mind still turned crystal clear every time her eyes met that picture. Oh…… Continue reading Tenerife sea…
You read my mind, like you read your books… turning the pages faster than I could actually write. You loved the thrill of exploring my dark universe, getting caught in my mysteries and my landmined thoughts. You loved it, because everytime you found yourself inebriated by my wicked world, on the verge of letting…… Continue reading Shell Suite…
When I popped in your life Like a circus drives into town You got intrigued by my freak show. You were troubled by my failures Somehow enticed by my many flaws Ever since, you just couldn’t le me go… And we live day by day, in your stained paradise… In response…… Continue reading Paradise Circus…
Several times, I had to pull Cupid’s arrows from my broken heart… But when I met you, He machine gunned me to the floor. In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Maybe we are not perfectly perfect strangers per say. Knowing just enough about each other to get disqualified. But if you feel like it, I think we should hit the highway. Go on a road trip, playing it perfect stranger style… In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of…… Continue reading Perfect strangers…
“Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the ole oak tree, it’s been three long years… Do ya still want me?…” She knew just who had left the message on her voicemail. He hadn’t spoken a word, but the seventies’ song said it all. It only left one question in her mind… When? When…… Continue reading Yellow…
Cyranny's Cove 