The thunder woke her up, way before the alarm clock would have. The window was still shaking when she opened her eyes on the new day. Another flash of light forced her eyelids closed, and the skies roared again. She rolled in bed, covering her head with the sheets, wipping tears from her sleepy eyes.…… Continue reading Thunderstorm…
I hesitated long before getting decided to write this… I thought about it for days, and I had many doubts whether it was a good idea or not to speak out. My dear friend Linda, from Tales From The Cabbage Patch has lost her son a couple of days ago. If I thought she would, herself, publish…… Continue reading Love for Linda…
No, not that way! I am not depressed or having dark thoughts… But the recent death of Chester Bennington, singer of the music band Linkin Park has provoked a tsunami of grieving among fans… I wasn’t aware I had so many of them in my surroundings, and I was surprised to see how much…… Continue reading I’ve been thinking a lot about suicide lately…
I’ve seen you lately, but only in my dreams, your face turned away, hiding what you chose to keep from me, I reached out but touch you, I couldn’t you didn’t want comfort, or easing of your pain, Possessing the hurt, the realization of which was yours and yours alone, Sometimes it’s not easy…… Continue reading Seeing you…
via Daily Prompt: Exposed You… You came into her life, no notice, no invitation. Not willing to act like the masses, you bombed her fortress, dug through her walls, knocked down every door leading to her private quarters… She did throw herself in your arms, but she whispered a warning to your ear. Not…… Continue reading Exposed…
Men don’t know the pain of mascara stains… Wearing your sorrow on your cheeks like a warrior. Letting the darkness of your soul leak on your skin… Blackened tears spelling despair. Somber fears running like rivers… Marcara writing an S.O.S on your face.
As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and…… Continue reading “Let me be your voice” project – Sleeping with the enemy…
She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…
Hollow, just not empty. She was broken. She had been for so long… She had no one to blame but herself, no sad story of a damaged childhood, no over dramatic twist along her path. Nothing to point her finger at, that people would feel sorry about. She had no visible scar, no open…… Continue reading Hollow…
When the day rose on the cabin, the sun found her asleep, her face pressed on the kitchen table, pen still in her hand… Months before, she barely remembered the said cabin. She wasn’t much into that kind of things… Nature, some would call it, as she was a city girl, and always had…… Continue reading The cabin in the woods…
Cyranny's Cove 