Daydream Dressed

Do not fall in love with me. I will give you so many roses that their very touch becomes poison ivy. I will kiss you at every beautiful place, every park, every Paris, so that you can never go back without tasting me like blood in your mouth. Your dreams…

Silk Sheets

We sat among silent serenades and supper as the silk sheets passed over us. In the gentle clinks of shining silverware and the nonexistent murmurs of small talk, the beating of hearts cried breathlessly. It was a spellbinding experience among the soirée—filled with mellow music and pleasant food—yet it lacked…

Purple Vineyard

++++++++++Mistress Phoebe always grew green grapes on the wrought iron. From whatever tradition I did not know, but she always told me to make sure: the green grapes on the trellis, the purple ones on the soil beds. “The greens were best. Sweet for flavor, but green for sour.” ++++++++++I…

The Forest of Smoke

++++++++++My grandparents knew of a little girl who got lost in the forest– Gone: like clouds in the night, dissipated under the guile of the moon. ++++++++++They told me her name–Jessica Gray–, and they told me her problem–lunacy. “She was always very strange around evening time,” they told me. “Avoid…

The Brown Room

The room was a slovenly mess: clothes were scattered around the floor, the mismatched desk and chairs were tilted out of place, the blankets were scrunched up in the corner of the musty mattress. Even the suits in the closet were unkempt and dusty, but I knew better. Strangers would…

9-1-7

Wake up. I blinked. In such sudden silence, I blinked away perpetual darkness for a more amiable vision. I cautiously reached for tangibility, but my numbed nerves could touch nothing but fuzzy ice. Reality remained remote. And so, in my waning shock, I focused more on remembering than worrying. You’re…

The Forest Man

He was lost. In such forlorn silence he sat. Wisps of whimsical wishes clouded the darkness of the room. The obscurity frightened him, for not only could he not see but also could he not breath. The air was a sullen, heavy fog of gray–the mind pollution of distress that…

Dark Traditions

++++++++++I was taught to bow my head during sermon–to be still and solemn. We had to mourn while the man of the cloth read from his pocketbook, but I never understood why. ++++++++++Were we crying because he read so boringly? He sounded old and pretentious, like he had all the…

The Glistening Sea

++++++++++The sea of silk had beckoned her with its white luster and gentle motion. It swayed softly with the sun’s radiance, revealing crystal pearls and diamond gems in its waters. The ocean had never before seem so ephemeral, but then again, everything seemed more divine to her. What was blue…

The Sailor’s Home

The house, amusingly, had been burned in a fire. The grandest of homes any man or sailor could ever hold in possession, all burned in the wraths of a log pit. Nothing remained of it but the twin chimneys and the torched brick walls, which lead from the foundation down…

The Price of Midnight Fashion

++++++++++The night’s soft sky coated the landscape in a dreamy sober blue. The heavens were fine painters — given they had the time to paint for mortal entertainment. The small hamlet of Birgestone enjoyed such gentle peaces every evening when the moon was in unlit radiance, relished mysterious pleasantries every…

Crystal Cake

There was a wonderful chime in the air that morning. Unlike the ordinarily heavy tolls, the sing-song voice of the bells complimented the choir; the quiet chatter of the townsfolk below refreshed the early day experience like orange juice to toast. All seemed dandy. It was, after all, her coming…

The Sylvan Shadow

++++++++++A low fog swam around the fullness of the autumn trees. Its thickness, perhaps rivaled by only the trees themselves, shrouded the sky’s color from sight. Was it morning? She doubted it. There was something else hiding in the shadows, and for a split moment, she praised the fog’s obscurity….

Egoistical Rain Boots

She wore rain boots to school that day. In the solemnity reserved only for the marching victorious dead, she trotted past the silver gates of Dawnbrook Academy. She recycled herself in a perpetual mood—one that would never end like dividing ten by three over and over again. There was no…

The Painting

++++++++++The drone of silence leveled the room’s high peaks. Though the ceiling itself was not particularly tall, its open space ominously emphasized its innate void. We sat in active concentration, trying desperately to mount the silence — even if an inch higher — but nevertheless, fell inevitable victims to imitation….

The Red Mountain of Fire

+++++++++++++Black smog rose in the land for the first time. It had always been frozen, this arctic plain, so nothing could ever burn. But, at noon’s peak, a little boy notified his parents who then notified the village of the strange occurrence. +++++++++++++“What do you make of it?” one man…

The Sorrowfeed Flower

There is a shade of purple in this flower near winter’s start that tempts you grieve all that you have lost and all that you will lose. To have seen this flower would mean you are not immune to season’s cold wrath, and that, despite all your troubles and efforts—for…

The Sanguinity Flower

We had stumbled along the littered path before we found the flower. Scarlet, it burned against the drab of the fallen leaves, setting all the browns on fire, igniting all the oranges and yellows in vermeil. Our eyes were consumed in its flame as it trickled its hue down its…

The Winterbite Flower

The superstitious knew of our disbelief. I suppose it made sense—their silence when asked—that they refuted ever seeing such a color before. We wouldn’t bother to listen, so why should they bother to tell? Seeing such a color before… oh my. Winter’s silent set prompts a cold environment, but this…

Anarchy for Broken Hearts

Reality was nothing more than a myth to Darren. Tangible objects and logical notions wavered on solid ground as he tried to detail his life doctrine. Perhaps onto a parchment he’d list the contentions of doubt. Upon a yellowed note he’d post onto a wall the reason why everything he…

Shoulders for the Rain

Were if not for the frost, I would have left. Were it not for the rain, I would have scampered. But, existing in such an unbalanced world of celestial paragons and mortal souls, I found the sky’s sympathy most welcoming. It shared the same dreariness as I – the same…

Shadow of a Dream

In unlikely hands, I was presented to a forgotten memory. I thought little of it at first, but as I followed the world down in rest, the sapphire of such thought beguiled an immediate focus I had never given before. It was under the crepuscular blanket of night I gradually…

My Red Box

I shot up. The gentle drift of the morning air startled me from my quiet dormancy. I knew it was more a dormancy rather a sleep, for I knew not where I was or what I was doing. The room appeared rather pleasant. I spread my fingers along the bed…

Memory Rain

It was raining that one day I found myself idle. Ennui crept upon me as quietly as shadow, and I ventured to stare across the room. The classroom was dull with silence – only the simple drips and patters of the rain’s journey from the sky sounded in the shallow…

Sad Wedding

My heart invited me to his wedding, due the first of the December wind. The event was scheduled to be cold, so the awkward invitation advised us not to wear suits but coats instead. I didn’t own a coat nor did I have the money to buy one, but what…