It was as warm as the living, and as cold as the dead that autumn day in 67’. Very cold my life seemed, advancing into the twilight. As it was October 28th, to be exact, the day...
“My dear! Enchantress of the dark wood!” Little Red Riding Hood’s mother cheered, parting the curtains of her daughter’s bedside window, allowing the blessed beams of the dawn to bathe her Little Red on a new day.
Little...
Jolie stared...
All night the stars suffocated in the moonlit sky. Gasping in the dawning sky as the first rays of the morning star tiptoed through the field. Her last chance was leaping out the window. The snow smothered...
Many years ago, as a child, I nearly escaped the jaws of hell. A hell that came veiled as an elder with a gentle face and soft, raspy voice. I remember her to this day as the...
“In the company of imageries within my castle,
I voice for everyone my next poetic verse.
All the empty halls listen and echo my passion,
And in darkly rich verse I immerse.”
Through the courtyard, pulls up a hearse,
Beneath the arms of stone...
This is so dark and haunting. fav line is “Their shrill shadowed the echo through these hollow halls,
“The dark-suited burial conveyance led amiss of a poet’s demise.”
This is a good opening. Enjoyed the story.