Fear 3The concrete assembly of minds keeps the world at bay. Ceilings of glass make rationalizations in the hopes of finding a week one to pluck from the trusses. Wedding rings constrict their binds on fingers too big to hold them with ease. The moon stays silent in her judgement of us all, but surely she is smiling tonight. The rain melts down steel rails fill of her released desires and how can we help but kneel before her innocence. If only abandonment were an option and the truth were the law of the land. Fear, hold me close tonight upon your purity of purpose and song. For without you, I would be alone.Fear 350 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Wingless Flight Lynnette threw her head back and laughed. She was half tempted to let go of her horse’s reigns completely; but the last time she had done that she had been caught and tattled on. Brock had lectured her for an hour. So she kept the rope firmly clasped in her fist as she urged her horse towards the field that surrounded her village.A Wingless Flight3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once out there, in the open field, she could push Poco into a cantor. Being fifteen, Lynette longed for an escape, for some time just to herself, away from the bustle of town and the ever vigilant eyes of her foster parents.
So she made it a point to go riding at least every other day. Ever since Brock had agreed to buy her the pony, Lynette had been fascinated with the freedom of riding. And once she became proficient at controlling her mount… She would ride for hours at a time. She’d free her hair and close her eyes so she could feel the wind on her face as she was ass
Fear 2Too self-absorbed to look at the stars. The clouds and the mysteries of the world beyong hold no interest to me, the ever vigilant observer. The child sleeps as I make my escape into myself. Lost within the void of the road. She bows her head in supplication to a creator that despises her. She knows. Because of these lips, full and lush. Cascading auburn locks that glisten with morning dew. Hips and long supple legs that tempt men to sin. Eyes that can haunt their dreams. She knows. As sure as a new generation is to be born to carry burdens of their parents and those before them. Armies will rise and fall for her, but with buried resentments and expectations within their hearts. The world is mine and I know it. If she doesn't need it, then neither do I. Our chains reinforced by the voices within clamoring for supremacy. They know.Fear 257 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This