Morning pours into rooms like it always does. Same gold hues flood open walls with light and color. Same warmth kisses cheeks in same splendor. The ritual of returning from slumber remains as it always has. Same. I do not pause to inhale that fresh first breath of daylight like I so often did. I […]
In a hammock overlooking the Missouri Weightlessness feels like a suspension in time. The sway from the breeze marking the seconds Only so slightly. Energy sweats from the great force below us While forgotten debris drifts in its embrace. Kissed by the river’s great sigh of breath Tender but certain of its presence My face […]
A summer breeze brushed the skin of my cheek. On impulse, my eyes shuttered to allow for the brief sensation to overwhelm my senses. Touch and smell, taste and sound; all bore witness. The warm air I sipped tasted delicious. Trees shivered against the soft-spoken wind; I could hear their brushing of leaf to leaf. […]
I stepped out into the morning light as I’d done many times before. Like clockwork the sun painted the horizon in its set points and lent its warmth to varying degrees. The sensation was so familiar, I sought it out like a daughter hoping for comfort from the embrace of a parent. With eyes closed, […]
Hi reader. Here is another fictional tale I wrote under the prompt “include a ship on the horizon”. Hope you enjoy it! Leave me some feedback, like this post, follow me for more! I forever appreciate the support. Within the ramparts of our befallen ship was a detached visual amplifier. By using refractory light on […]
Hi, readers. Below is a short story I wrote with the given prompt: include a notebook and a mysterious 20,000 dollar check. I thought I’d share it here. Let me know what you think and if you’d enjoy reading more of my fictional tales. Skarface is an ever evolving platform for me to share my […]
Before I set about writing this, I looked up and around me in desperate attempt to find the words I wanted. Pining for them tends to fail in yielding ample fruit. If any fruit is found, the pickings are slim and of poor taste. Fruit is fruit, though. If I am starving for artistic nutrients […]
Loss has a way of taking pieces Of you with it when it goes Leaving holes you try awfully Hard to fill. Entropy flows one way Not the other. No matter how much We wish it did.
Stagnation is nightmare fuel. Anything that settles into idleness breeds poisonous offspring. Still water makes parasites like mosquitoes that spread disease, algae that chokes the life below that stagnant surface. Losing momentum is threatening in that it can bring about imprisonment wherever the feet land last. To become stuck means to become a breeding ground […]
A mountain casts one oblong shadow dark enough to feel smothering. To approach it sends long fingers of nerve down the spine. Every step in procession breeds anxiety. The mind becomes defensive, In a way, the darkness feels pleasant once it’s gotten used to. It’s like a warm and heavy blanket. To climb up and […]
