The spirited young man had peered intently into the pool’s rippling
surface as though mesmerized by its endless cascade of expanding rings. When
the waters had finally calmed, he found himself gazing at his wrinkled, gray reflection.
This page is dedicated to the trials, tribulations, thoughts, musings, and potentially bad decisions of an aspiring writer... but not really. There will be a lot of writing, though.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #18
There are Supermoons and then there was this. Supermoons are a breathtaking sight, to be sure, but they could never hope to match the apocalyptic stature of the moon at the moment it had drifted lazily into our atmosphere.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #17
The fierce warrior, howling through a helmet caked with battle,
thundered toward the savagely blazing dragon with his broadsword raised high
above his head, ready to deal his enemy a mortal blow.
“Shit,” he muttered, ruefully eyeing the 'one' he had
just rolled on his twenty-sided die… and the dragon feasted.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #16
From the very beginning, they knew that his ambition would be detrimental to their whole way of life. Yet it was only as they looked upon the wasted remnants of their once bountiful landscape that they realized how much they had woefully underestimated his capacity for pestilence.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Every Little Bit
I’d love nothing more than to impart a sampling
Of tantalizing verse to brighten up your soul
When it’s grayed with weariness… I truly would.
Unfortunately, I’m feeling bereft of any poetic
Sensibilities, today, so the most I can offer is
this:
Close
your eyes and picture sodden magnolias,
Silky
and pale, lying upon a luxuriantly grassy bed.
A
cool September breeze laps up their perfume
And
bathes you as you laze away the afternoon,
Picking
out shapes in the opaline clouds, above…
…does that do anything for you?
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #15
He never felt like “I love you” came remotely close to capturing the boundless scope of his feelings for her. And yet one enchanted kiss had told her volumes more than those three short words ever could.
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