Category Archives: fiction
When I hear your maniacal laugh
I suddenly remember that there are darker aspects of you
I know I shouldn’t forget
But it is easy when you use that charming smile and voice
When you open the door for me
So I will try not to forget your darker side this time
I can’t see the bugs all over my skin when I look in the mirrors.
And I have to ignore the “imaginary” voices when the doctor voices start coming through the speaker box.
There’s a nice girl who tells me not to worry so much about the bugs. They’ll go away when I stop thinking about them. I don’t think she’s real but I still like it when she visits.
The death technically did not occur inside the Random Cafe.
A man collapsed as he reached for the door handle. He was unconscious before his head hit a strategically placed rock.
Across the street, a young man finished his cigarette, adjusted his coat, and meandered over to the dead man. The young man dragged the older man inside and added his blood to the not-yet-baked red velvet cake.
He chews on his lip ring when he’s thinking.
I’ve started to see the difference between the tattoos he’s done himself
Versus his brothers’ practice art.
I love that all his tattoos have color.
He’s started using my blackberry and coconut shampoo.
He says it’s because he’s too lazy to buy more of his own
But I found his under the sink, hiding behind the cleaning supplies.
It makes me smile.
Once upon a time
She left home
Because it hurt to stay
She took a train
And met a fellow traveler
With a suitcase and heart
Just as battered
They became fast friends
But were forced to go on separate adventures
They needed to find themselves
Before they could find each other again
And they did
Friendship joined with enduring love
In the end
Arin looked to her spell-books for comfort. A good portion of them had been filled with her experiments, failures and successes. Others on the shelf were written by witches who liked to experiment too. Arin’s mother and aunts had no patience for magic like that. They wanted books with tried and true spells. Their cookbooks were the ones they filled with experiments.
Surrounded by scraps fabric
Lying in abandoned heaps,
Opal didn’t know where to start.
Yesterday she had put this mess off
But today she had to make room for people she didn’t like.
Jogging through the forest,
Faster than he thought he could go,
Belly bouncing up and down.
He had to find his friend.
He also hoped the lingering smell of sausage and mustard on his clothes
Wouldn’t identify him as prey.
Eaten by his best friend…
What a bad way to go.
Back then we served as servants for kings
Our pay was good when it came
We learned to stretch it out
But there came a day
Of parties and humiliation
You were pushed too far
And my darling
I nearly died to save you
And we left the hall ablaze
Their screams shaking the rafters