I am a ghost writer, but I am not dead. I am the spirit who writes stories in your head. Whether in night dreams, or in daydreams, I write stories for thee. When you lift your pencil, I am the shadow you cast; Dark, dramatic, and infinitely vast, the stories you write come from … Continue reading Love letter: to the writer
Category: Prose
Prose narratives, usually short stories.
Come to the Well
Come to the Well, Partake of the water That has flowed for two-thousand years. Wash away your blood and tears; Hear the sounds and be soothed. Watch it turn into wine, Marvel at the beauty of its sparkling surface, its red color, Feel the fire in your heart and belly, Become drunk … Continue reading Come to the Well
Meditation on connections
I suppose that people don't like to be tied down. I get it. But understand - There is a difference between being tied down and being tied to something. I don't think that being tied to something is a bad thing. And understand - Having nothing to connect to Is like … Continue reading Meditation on connections
Water Phoenix
It was not long until the boredom got to him again. Slowly he descended from his revere and into his daydreams. He saw a sunlit meadow where not a flake of snow had fallen in a thousand years. He saw dandelions for the first time, picked flowers, like violets, daisies, buttercups. He’d seen pictures in … Continue reading Water Phoenix
Ode to Storytelling
Words on paper Encoded in imagery Or even noise Filtered through eyes Ears Minds Quiet Or loud Without ever making a sound Cacophonous in my head A din that drowns out Everything Else A programmer Encoding ideas Thoughts Dreams Onto paper Which is read by the audience And felt in turn A wave … Continue reading Ode to Storytelling
The Odd Little Orchestra
Bird song on rainy days Where the little leaves sway in the rain Walking home on the quaint little bays It's like hearing the fairy bards play Quiet and peaceful, not quite harmonical The birdies twitter and play In the rain all the day Their throats an entire parade And in the rain It's like … Continue reading The Odd Little Orchestra
Strange Geometries
"Strange Geometries" is a piece of flash fiction, which began as an artistic mathematical experiment and ended as a grim Lovecraft-esque dive into a dark, strange, and lonely place. Strange machinery hummed in the walls. He sat in a corner, hidden behind a tangled mass of atoms and molecules, nothing but a feeble barrier of … Continue reading Strange Geometries
Daubs
Daubs paint my canvas with Black Blue Red Yellow Sadness Joy Love Calm Fantasy Fiction Fact Reality Surreality Defined Abstract Worlds Everything Daubs paint my canvas Beautifully Author's Notes: This is an older poem, (February of last year, in fact!) but I've been struggling to finish any short stories and thought I'd post it anyway. … Continue reading Daubs
Fall is the-
I walk out, with the leaves orange and yellow and red the damp air and grey skies, and when I look out, I think Fall is the fresh air, chill of dew in the morning, trees painting the earth, the often-overcast sky, clouds as canvases, the chill, watching the world change, the rare spots of … Continue reading Fall is the-
Made of Good Days
As he began to count, memories flooded back to him. One, two, three… Ferris walked up to his mother, watching her skilled hands fluidly work on another tiny square in purple yarn. Just as soon, she was done, and she put the crochet hook and as-of-yet unfinished blanket back in its box. She had only … Continue reading Made of Good Days
C.M.Rininger 