I breathe, deeply, letting the air rush from my lungs in an almost gasp, and I stay silent. My jaw clenches in an effort to hold back the tirade that surges against my teeth like a tidal wave, sharp and salty, it stings. Sometimes, when I’m almost sure I’ll burst because I can’t stand it [...]
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Venom
Posted in high prose on July 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Storytellers
Posted in high prose on April 3, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Do you believe in magic? Do you believe that it is possible to transport oneself out of the ordinary and into realms untold? That one can visit a past now moldering and decayed, and see it gleaming as if not a moment had elapsed? Do you believe that the future isn’t something that happens to [...]
When We Began Again
Posted in high prose on February 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
When I am old I know that I will still remember the sound of how we began again. Though my eyes may dim, my heart may slow, I will never forget the sound of the ocean, hundreds of miles away and yet right outside my window. In my tiny third floor bedroom, gabled and tin [...]
Crystal Kisses
Posted in high prose on February 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Sometimes I think of snow as the ice-cold kisses of Winter. When the Earth is being covered in a blanket of adoration, the Ice Maiden kissing the seemingly lifeless body of her sometimes lover. She touches chilled and delicate lips to her beloved, to no avail. It is in the nature of her very love [...]
