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Falling White

                The grip of the paladin’s hands around my arms tightened as we approached the doors leading to the visitation chamber. I understood the precaution; of course they wanted to protect the king from a silver-tongued Seer. 718 more words


Storms Fury

With a final long rumble of thundering skies the sun has returned to the sky, a sea of droplets upon the world become prisms, star bursts in daylight. 107 more words


The Author, Part 1.

[This is the first fiction piece in a series. Installments 2 and 3 to come later.]

It was Monday morning, and blood was gushing from Davey’s foot. 1,021 more words


when you left us

and i catch a glimpse of my tear-streaked cheeks (rivers of water and salt flowing freely) in a broken mirror as i sit silently in remembrance of you and all that you were and all that you could have ever been if you’d only gone a different way at a different time. 63 more words


How We Saturday.

Today is golden light pouring in through open doors and soft sheets on bare legs.

It is catching my breath when he tucks his face against my neck, wraps his hands around my waist. 50 more words


Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

My dad was the strongest, handsomest, smartest guy in the world; not just to a small boy growing up but also to a young pre-teenager. He was so smart he could teach me to be better than him. 1,326 more words



A fire truck pulls up. This is not a rare occurrence. Sometimes there is a an actual fire, but most of the time the firemen are here for some other reason. 601 more words