Self Crafted Hell

The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image.  An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,Continue reading “Self Crafted Hell”

Lace and Honey

Their eyes met in the realm of possibility. That scape where interests often collide. Sharing a curiosity, engaging in a little myth making. Together they forge nothing into machinations constructed to delight the imagination. Her beauty is evident, he also caught a glimpse of her strength. Her words soft and sweet, to him like laceContinue reading “Lace and Honey”

50 Word Thursday #13

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #13 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic (featured image) or the following phrase or both. “Holly found it quite impossible to suppress his permanent smirk. ” I changed it up this week, using only the pic. ThanksContinue reading “50 Word Thursday #13”

Longing in Reality

He catches a glimpse of it often. Though it never manifests straight on. Only revealing itself, in his peripheral. The sight is enough to chill his soul. He accepts that it serves to torment him. To render his punishment for the failings inherent with mortality. Disturbing his slumber, bringing terror to the cold darkness ofContinue reading “Longing in Reality”

50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,Continue reading “50 Word Thursday #11”

Waltz

  Not so idle hands will often betray words that ring hollow. We’ve heard it all before. Now you have to show me. No time for lectures. You chose your vice, I’m damn sure going to have mine. A heavy heart lashes out, still finding no solace. I can admit to sin. Words can beContinue reading “Waltz”