The Scarf A Story by Randall   This is a short story I'm working on. Only up to twenty-one pages so far, taking my time with this one, very special to me.   WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers...

I, tiny ship on endless ocean blue,My sails are kissed by winds both fierce and true.I rock beneath the morning’s golden sigh,Then reel beneath a thunder-stricken sky.Love is the tide that lifts me toward the light,Then pulls me deep...

The Three in the ForestThey told us the sky had roots in this evil land of Orcs,wires sunk like veins into peat,a tower with a name of thunder and prayer,55Ж6МЕ «Небо-МЕ», the cloud-reader,counting swallows of metal above the pines.The...

I don’t walk toward death.I walk towards my fellas' needs,Towards the kids in their beds,Towards the thin line that’s left.I’m not craving an ending.I’m 55, but I'm stubborn, so I'm here again,Backdooring it through "Warriors of Light"Yeah, I am stubborn...

"Can I keep you?",once you asked(though tryingto refrain.)I answered, "Yes",and gave my love,then took itback again. "Can I keep you?",if you'd ask,here'd be myanswer, true."Can you keep me?Yes, you canI've left my heartwith you..."