Steen Krause's Blog (15)

My biggest vice has

always been my pride; thanks for

sacrificing yours.…

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Standing past the break

In the silence of the waves

Is serenity

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I didn't attend my parents' wedding, but the stories are too fun not to share! 

 

First - the dress. Every woman has their perfect dress in mind. It's beautiful, fits perfectly, and usually costs a fortune. My mom was a size 0, and assumed it would be easy to find the perfect gown.

 

... Not so much. The only dress she could find to fit well came from a Sears catalog. Seriously. 

 

My mom loves lace. So she got a wedding dress with lace on…

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The rhythmic pounding of my feet on the rain-soaked pavement calms me as I push myself onward. I focus all of my energy on getting to the end of the long, dark, empty road. The lone streetlamp on this stretch flickered off during my run two nights ago and has yet to be repaired. I like it like this. It's just me, my lungs, my legs, and the pavement. The rain gets heavier as I get faster. My lungs burn as water pours down my face. Am I crying? It's hard to tell. It feels good to get it out. I…

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A lump has formed inside my chest. It is heavy, a true burden. I don't know when it became. It just is. It is rude and interrupting, like a telemarketer calling during Christmas supper. It burns inside of me; yearning for attention, wanting to affect my every thought, my every move. It claws at my heart, my lungs, my ribs; its only purpose to cause harm and distraction. It scars my organs and tears at my throat with a passion so thorough it is terrifying. I begin to feel nauseous, as though…

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"Some things drift away in the wind, everyone watching it in awe.
Some things drift away in the water, everyone looking in wonder.
And some things, well some things stay put to be seen and never forgotten."

- Richard T. Krause

 

Something is missing.

Although I hear it is right,

It feels very wrong.

As I lay in the darkness of another man’s bed, thoughts of you invade every fiber of my being. I try to push you away but don’t have the strength. I attempt to pull you closer but you escape my desperate pulls.

Seeing you was both thrilling and excruciating. Betrayal and love catches in my

throat and refuses to abscond. The dark, skeletal hands of memories grab

endlessly at me as our soundtrack of passion and bitter disappointment…

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Hearing about the shooting that took place at Ft. Hood, Texas today brought the memories of losing a friend at Virginia Tech in 2007 crashing back into place. I am sick to my stomach at the atrocity of people shooting each other, but as Pres. Obama said, "It’s difficult enough when we lose these brave Americans in battles overseas. It is horrifying that they should come under fire at an army base on American soil." Twelve people were killed today, at least seven of which were soldiers most… Continue

Chapter One – Lucas

“Damn it,” Lucas exclaimed when he nearly tripped over Trooper, his three-legged chocolate lab while rushing around his small bedroom. “I’m never going to make it at this rate!”

He was getting ready for a romantic evening his girlfriend of three years had planned, though there was no occasion. What a woman, Lucas thought when she told him to look nice for a special night on the town, her treat.

Lucas Treadwater and Claire Danson met in their sixth grade year… Continue

I am participating in National Novel Writing Month (www.nanowrimo.org) this year, and I thought I'd share the first chapter of my novel... So here goes! Share your thoughts please!



Chapter One – Lucas

“Damn it,” Lucas exclaimed when he nearly tripped over Trooper, his three-legged chocolate lab while rushing around his small bedroom. “I’m never going to make it at this rate!” He was getting ready for a romantic evening his girlfriend of… Continue

"Derek’s Box"



“Please wake up,” he whispered for the one-thousandth time.

He reached over to her limp hand and laced his fingers in hers. As he silently wept for his one and only love, he felt her pulse pump strongly through her fingers. It was then he knew that she would live.

She lay in that same bed, with that same guy by her side, for the next eight weeks. One day, a Saturday, as the young man rested his head on the edge of her bed, she stirred. Her voice, having not… Continue

"Kindred Stranger"



The fire fades to embers as I listen

to the sounds of the forest night.

Crickets create a loud chorus

as owls and the breeze add their

own harmonies.



An injured animal waits for

a pause in the night's song

to let up it's pained complaint,

and as I listen, a chill crawls

up my spine.



If I were to make a sound

to express my feelings right at

this moment, that is what I would

sound like;… Continue