Browsing Category: Short Story

               Another game, another day of city drawn in upon itself; little outward signs of life in hours of time when such was on a screen.                From vitality of night before, parks and walks and city’s streets became again their own, eerie of way when strong collective thought brought outward life to close, drawn […]

               She sat at table in open room and wait for the sun to rise.  Coffee beside; book, journal, and pen before, she waited for inspiration—moment-burst of idea’s appearing.  She would write it when it came which, through trial and time, she learned came most often with the sun; in daylight’s break in orb from […]

               “But sometimes—rarely, but magnificently—there comes a day when you’re open and relaxed enough to actually receive something.  Your defenses might slacken and your anxieties might ease, and then magic can slip through.  The idea, sensing your openness, will start to do its work on you.  It will send the universal physical and emotional signals […]

               She sat cross-legged in burgundy gown and musings beside the hearth.  Knee of high-crossed leg vertical in pose as under rested folded to floor beneath.  Fall of gown caught and fell in valley of lifted leg.  Nothing beneath, in pose, she showed faint in poise of rest.                She knew he saw.  She didn’t […]

        They wrote their stories, made their love, in home amongst the trees.  And from their love, family grew in furtherance of their dream.  Day by day, night by night, seasons into years, a romanced love became their life—never looking back to befores of chosen dream.

               She was beauty and dream amongst bed of brome.  Her season’s skin, freckled burst like colored and seeded heads across brome sea of green; her eyes, her smile, her aura in the openness, fall of hair that she stroked away in draw of greater focus to her eyes—green and gold as the sea around—and […]