A Sky Full of WordsA million different worldsA Sky Full of Words2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In black print
For my mind to sprint
A million escape doors
For me to
Perhaps I'll fall down a rabbit hole,
Or glide through Gion;
Smoke some metaphors,
Or wonder where She has gone.
I might ride on a dragon,
Or explore the thoughts of a dying man;
Maybe I'll meet Mr Darcy,
Or fly with Peter Pan.
I could have a chat with Morrie,
Or wander through Mansfield Park;
I could fight vampires,
Or make a revolution spark.
I might rock out with Lestat
Or philosophise with Louis;
Or maybe I'll go green,
Or hang out with Harry.
Sometimes I feel lost,
And that's okay;
Stories of a million lives
Remind me that
I will be just a story
Land of ShadowsLand of Shadows5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(this is when I lived in Stony. I am still only 21, my hair is short, my teeth are straight, and my acne, CP, shunt, tube, and scars are all still long-gone, and Mike and I are still very good friends. Marc, Judas, Moloch, Curtis, and Dallas are all still human, but Marc has reunited with his father Satan, and has been given dangerous arcane powers, which he has passed to his friends)
One warm summer afternoon, while all alone at home, I was quietly sitting on the front step. I wore my old, weathered black steel-toed boots, my old gray camo pants, and a plain black t-shirt.
I decided to go for a walk, so I got up, and headed to the quarry. About half an hour later, my iPhone rang.
It was my dad. “Where are you, Charlie?” he asked in a worried voice.
“I’m just exploring the quarry, dad.” I replied. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“Don’t go back home, Charlie! Whatever you do, stay away from the house!! Marc and his friends have found a da