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My biggest vice has
always been my pride; thanks for
Standing past the break
In the silence of the waves
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…Continue
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…Continue
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…Continue
"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.
The only one with the key
But you’re a no show.
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…
Chapter One – Lucas…