Browsing Category: Short Story

        Together they wrote and shared their dreams and loved their read and see of response alive in other’s face as dreams and stories were exchanged—wide of eyes, strong of heart, stiffening, or soften of their bodies; all in effect of openness and the words and dreams they shared.         She […]

               Then came the spirit when longing rose; but this time, where so often came and began the restless, there was a lacking—an absence where, in all of life, there lived a feel.  He didn’t know what to make of the way—if for better, worse, or simply dying away of a desire, or affecting of […]

               She felt the call of vast again, for the quiet open wilds where heart and spirit were most home; full moon in cloudless night that shone as silver day, stars through the deep-violet in arc and strewn of Milky Way from high to horizon-meet.                She dreamt the view from porch-rest seat; light’s glow […]

        In thought and the dream, she felt romance again—way of youth and hope restored and returned in live of her spirit.   She smiled.  She laughed, quietly and lightly recognizing awaken of her spirit so.  Warmth of a candle kept near beside lighting auburn and amber the nearness around.  She saw a romance too in the light […]

        Room was quiet and she was alone; and there was a story in her mind.  She felt its wavelength frequency-pulse set in low, steady throb as mind and spirit focused, fixated on imagine.  Could she write it—capture and tell it true and full?  And even if captured, did she dare enough to share?     […]

        Wavelength-resonance again, reading in night, she felt effect of words: conspire of her mind in inspire to his, his daring not to hide but to share and word-create dreams arising from his within.         By share, they became hers too, and she felt them then, frequency and wavelength humming strong […]