Two Sentence Tuesday #38

            Ava had opened her heart to the taint of dark magic and, with it, had lain waste to everything she was. Shivering, she wiped away the heaviest tears she had ever shed before leaving the wreckage of her past to smolder into ashes. 

Spinning Wheels

Nostalgia is a time machine,

Whisking us off

To a faraway past,

When we knew what it meant

      to dream.

Somewhat ironically (as it were),

Didn’t those vivid

Fantasies of our youths

Chart the courses that carried us

      into the present?

Photographs

Photographs

By Brandon Palzkill

All these photographs;

vivid postcard memories

of my long forgotten past.

Each one, a window;

carrying me across time,

toward forever yesterday.