The ever rising hum behind the curtain indicated another packed house. Moisture dripped from my fingertips. I was a frightened ten-year-old once more, stepping onto the stage for the first time. I no longer lost my nerve and ran for cover, but the anxiety never went away. The enormity of the situation was very real,Continue reading “Zenith”
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Fire
The inner turmoil was all consuming. She stood at the crossroads of her future, and her heart pounded in wild anticipation of what was to come. The past tore her to pieces, but she walked free stronger and ready to start again. The fear burned within her soul, but she pushed it aside, and walkedContinue reading “Fire”
Memories
The dappled shadows danced over the foliage as she walked along the weathered garden path. Beating the coming chill of the approaching night was ever present in her mind. Why had she come back in the first place? This long-forgotten grove held nothing but painful memories. When she’d left, she’d hoped they’d be erased byContinue reading “Memories”
Light
She stepped deftly across the worn, moss-covered stones. The birds sang happily in the trees. It was good to be home. She’d truly missed this place so much. She’d stayed away too long. The quiet clearing opened its ancient, gauzy boughs to her, and she felt the weight of ten years lift from her shoulders.Continue reading “Light”
The Landlady
She keeps a tidy house, and only asks than her tenants do the same. It’s not that Alfred is untidy, but when he goes into the basement, anything can happen. He’s been down there for hours now. That’s never a good thing. Her eyes shift to the bell. She goes into the kitchen to getContinue reading “The Landlady”
The Boss
He’s late again. Jacob Counterfeit III looked at the empty desk of one, Alfred Lackluster, and shook his head. I’m the difficult one. He’d taken Alfred in as a favorite to an old friend, but was his kindness repaid? No. When the boy was here, he was lucky to get anything done. His head isContinue reading “The Boss”
Swelter
He saw her walk into the crowded dining room. His heart pounded against his ribs, and he wiped clammy hands against his thighs. Why did he ever think this was going to work? It all seemed so simple on paper, but real life was always so much more complex than words on a page. MentallyContinue reading “Swelter”
What This is all About
I’ve decided to take on writing with vigor once again. For a while now, I’ve let the life work balance convince me writing would have to wait. I justified this by thinking if I waited there would be more time. The problem was, without committing to writing more, the time would never come. Writing isContinue reading “What This is all About”
Shadow
Shadow The sun was just peeking over the hill as she pulled out her keys and locked the door for the last time. It was a bitter sweet moment, but she was happy none the less. It was astounding how much her life changed in the last twenty four hours. She pulled the key offContinue reading “Shadow”
Kismet
As she emerged from the mist, Kate shivered as the tingle of electricity traveled down her spine. The air was eerily still. Even the frogs, her constant companions through everything went silent. “Should I turn back?” she whispered to the wind and the animals who hung back just outside of the clearing. Of course there was noContinue reading “Kismet”
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