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June 25, 2014

The doors were always closed and rarely unlocked. Wind howled through cracks as the floor creaked beneath tiny socked feet. Three stories tall with over fifty rooms, Eva's home was more of a mansion. She ran her fingers idly along the paneled walls between doors, memor...

June 25, 2014

            There was a moist, dark smudge where Jack's hand had been pressing into his faded blue coveralls. He had been waiting, patiently watching the clock tick down the seconds until his friend, Darius, would also be on break. They worked at different ends of the...

June 25, 2014

I.

She's pretty but terse.

Auburn hair

with a spattering of freckles

across the middle of her face,

fading at the edges.

A relatively wide mouth,

thin at the edges

with a pucker of full lips in the centre.

Maroon and dark red

accent her hair while

the black rids her of her girlis...

December 5, 2013

In a small town main floor café, seated at a little round table next to a low lying window are two people. One younger man in his late twenties and the other man wizened with wrinkles of experience. The younger is lost in life, troubled, concerned and a bit burned out;...

December 5, 2013

She sat there, her knobby knees bent in such a way that her long folded legs stuck out awkwardly in front of her shapeless body. The shallow steps only made her look longer, stiffer, like stale spaghetti. She held her arms out, resting her elbows against those boney kn...

October 29, 2013

Blood is thicker than water, or so they say.
Used, abused and taken advantage of;
toyed with and lulled into a sense of hopefulness.

 

It’s like being at the end of a chain that varies in length,
depending on the day.
The chain follows wherever I go, but in the end
it’s...

October 29, 2013

Sunset

The dimly fading sun,
pinkish against the lilting cloud,
conceals the fading vibrancy
of an omniscient, soulful blue.

As the sky makes its transition
from opal to ash,
but before it sparkles
like compressed carbon,
half the world
is paying too close attention
to t...

October 22, 2013

They say there's a time and place for everything. Somehow it seems as though I've missed the train to my time and place. Although I'm in the budding youth of adulthood I feel as though I've been around the block one too many times already. An “old soul”; they say that...

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