Shadows drifted over the table, flickering on and off with the fire. The spiced cider warmed Alston down to his toes. It was cold outside. Alston looked across the table at his friend. “You don’t know what it’s like,” Alston said. “I may be brand new here too, but I’ve learned about it before.” Quinn […]Read more "Race to Verdou Fountain: The Tavern"
I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]Read more "Perfect Gift"
The path forks off and goes another way, nor you nor I know where the trail will trend. It leads up high into the misty grey. – And full of ardor, friends line up to say that they will join our journey to ascend the path that forks and goes another way. – But curving […]Read more "Mountain Trails"
When God tells you to simply trust… it’s not the fear of falling through the skies with Him beside that makes you gasp. It’s feeling that your parachute is wobbly on your back. Jump, hoping against instinct flight instructors understand. Land in horrified joy, never to leap from heights again. Trust… as white mountains flash […]Read more "Sky Diving"
“You want to what?!” “Listen, Krea, it’s because I really think he’s going to anyw—” Alston began. “So because you’re sure Quinn is going to do it anyway, you’re going to stop protesting and just help him? That’s how you keep your friend safe, by helping him plot his own death march?” “When you say […]Read more "Race to Verdou Fountain Prt 2"
Some hopes glow like bright balloons That lure you to the sky— They take you up to glorious heights Then pop, then drop, then die. And when you wake with muddy teeth And gravel in your eye, With hands and knees and elbows scraped, The pain will make you cry. Wipe those tear drops from […]Read more "Hopes vs. Fears"
“Paddle harder!” Cooper and I knelt in the small motorboat and plunged our paddles into the surging water again and pulled. “It’s not working!” I yelled. I glanced back at Alivia who sat clinging with one hand to the boat’s frame while frantically trying to restart the engine with the other. Behind her, a churning black cloud swallowed the sky […]Read more "Nameless Here Chapter 1"
The night was dark, the air was chill, the moon half shrouded in a cloud; and sitting silent on the hill the pumpkins almost laughed aloud – For farmer Brown (who closed the gate) had gotten focused on a star, and as he gazed in ‘raptured state, had left the wooden door ajar. – Chuckling […]Read more "The March of the Autumn Pumpkins"