AugustAugust was much too hot for a funeral. The onlookers, despite their sweaty, sticky bodies stood together in their silent vigil; tears streamed down their already salted faces. Saint Michael's Catholic church stood in front of them; the doors were closed to keep the onlookers out. It was a private matter, the death. Only family and very close friends were allowed to sit in the air conditioned church. A woman approached the building; she was under-dressed for the formal occasions of funerals.August4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why aren't all of you inside?" She turned to a young man standing to her left. The question seemed innocent enough, but his look told her otherwise.
"Only family and friends are allowed ma'am. He was famous," his tone somber. He turned his gaze back to the church doors.
She thought for a moment, allowing him his silence, but opened her mouth again. "Who was he?" Once again another, supposed, innocent question.
"A writer, he wrote magnificent novels. I actually got to meet him at a signing last Apri
ShadowsWhen I’m alone, the shadows call to meShadows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispering sweet words, beckoning me forth
I am promised many things if I follow
I am never aware that they’re lies.
Like a child, I stumble forward
Following the honey-covered lies
My hands blindly reaching, grasping for that curtain of truth
I always pull back empty hands
Reaching out again, I’m more experienced
I test the waters and tread carefully
The shadows still call
Singing sweet songs softly in my ear
I tilt my head to the right to hear their lyrics more clearly
And then I’m swept away
Taken to a new world
Still not aware that it’s false
Then I begin falling, so very fast
Drowning in the endless ocean of false promises
The voices begin hissing, screeching
They’re saying something so terrible I want to block them out but I can’t
I must hear their words, the truth breaking through the lies
They tell me I am worthless, manipulative, and above all: a failure
I scream pushing their words from my
WingsWalking into the evening air was like opening your refrigerator on a hot day: cool and refreshing. Fall's beauty surrounded them everywhere. Red, orange, and yellow leaves fell gently from the trees they were previously attached to and trying to fall with the grace a snowflake in winter exhibited. Burrowing animals were gathering last minute supplies to gear up for a harsh winter; unlike humans, their innate sense of survival was more reliable. The sun was setting majestically; coloring the horizon in fall-like hues, adding to the beauty of the season.Wings4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A girl and boy walked hand in hand; the other was kept snugly in a coat pocket. She had long, chestnut hair and his was a vibrant red; both faces exhibited red cheeks from the coolness stinging them. Neither one had to speak for they knew what the other would say. Silent conversations were always the best and conveniently removed the arguments so they could enjoy their time together. She pointed to a park bench and he nodded.
ImposterMidnight phone calls from him are always the worst.Imposter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The speech is slurred, and
I can heard the vodka and ice
Clinking against the glass.
As he brings up the past
And tries to reassure is stature as a “good father”
I cringe and tears stream down my face.
Unearthed memories, I had to bury again only months ago
Have resurfaced once again.
Put the vodka away, close the pill cabinet
And just sleep, like I so much want to do.
It’s in the past, and haven’t you broken my heart
Enough? I remember feeling so proud of you
And now I continue to lock away those fond memories.
Those days where I thought I knew you
The man on the other end of the phone is someone else, an imposter.