Month: February 2017
[Dominic’s Mastiff] Chapter One
Chapter One: The rhythmic chopping of wood pierced through the chatter of peasants in the grand courtyard. Axes swung into the air and then hammered back down in near unison, like a piercing metronome that counted the remaining hours until dusk. The sun peeked over the horizon underneath an orange sky, providing just enough light ...
A Story Left Untold
A cover, Hard and Golden, Masks a subtle shade of Brown Enclosing text of hidden depth Waiting to be found. From afar, Slim and Simple, One might never know What story lies so deep inside Or where that story goes. It appears, To me at least, To have a happy ending But not one trace ...
Day Four Hundred and One
Four Hundred and One days have passed since last the word of “love” was shining. Since my heart felt full and warm, with no thought that things were dying or declining. Three Hundred Eighty-Seven suns since last our hands had touched. T’is that duration when last I felt close enough for someone to see me ...
Lamenting Time
Beauty's always fleeting, Like the twilight of the day. Dancing, laughing, mocking us, It plans to go away. Whether it be later, Or the ever-dreaded sooner, Innocence and loveliness Will drain into the sewer. We can choose to hate it, We can choose to sit and cry, We can resent the world around us And ...
Chicago Bluegrass
I had no real reason to move to Wolf's Campus County, but I had a wonderful reason to stay. Her name was Ella. In a town of backwater inbreeds bordering on retardation, she was a beacon of loveliness. For whatever reason, she took a quick liking to me: perhaps it was because I was the ...
Time Tables
This story is more of a writing project. I took a song I really enjoy, Time Tables, by The Menzingers, and expended it into a short story. Enjoy! I took some liberties. I moved the setting from Pennsylvania to Maine and decked out some characters with some new details. It had been more than an ...
Diamond Cuffs
If I would disappear Like a vagrant in the night, Haul on every inch of sail, And begone before the light; If I hardly made a noise, While I shuffled through the door, If I hardly cast a whimper, Or if I made a mighty roar; Would the outcome then be different? Would it all ...
Tale of Fire
I tried to write a poem. I ended up with this. I wanted to speak tales of fire, Colours, kids and bliss. I found among the colours Of the flowers and the trees That only grey stands out to me. Cold, and bleak, and weak. You speak to me of hope, But I see just ...
