Identity | Saturday Prose

There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…

sweet city| poem

Winter storms on a windy dawn, they carried me out from bedrooms of boredom and yawns! There I saw people with heads that bobbled too far from their necks, but twas a splendid time, no less, no less! A girl of straw hair ordered an ice cream cone that stacked hot cream miles high, until…

Cherubs of Blaiic | Poem

No greater beings can be found in the entirety of this earthly plane to hold the essence of spirituality and purity as the cherubs of Blaiic No human kindness can compete, no mortal action can compare to the effervescent vivacity within a cherub of Blaiic’s care They hail from a northern kingdom guarded by silver…

Winter Love | Quote

“The winter loves me… I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.” – A Separate Peace by John Knowles

Italian Autumn | Short Story

There is nothing worse than sadness on a beautiful day. Her hands were overflowing with worry, the poor genovesi and liquor coffee at the mercy of her shaky, anxious grip. To travel so far, to sit outside the forno she had spent thousands to get to and barely mutter a word, to be cast in…

Final Act | Six Word Story

They clapped with hesitation and insincerity. «»«»«»«»«»«»«» Hello and hello! I hoped you liked my six word story. If you’re viewing this post on Reader, I recommend you visit my site for a better, prettier experience. You can go through the archives of all my posts published by clicking the archives drop down on the…

This Day Is Not For You | Poem

Walk away This day is not for you And it’ll get harder To feel out the mood When your drifting Cerebrally Into a far off galaxy This day is not for you What can we do In a world far from true ~ Thank you for checking out my poem. Go give Accursed Red a…

~Why People Drift Apart~

~here’s an essay that I wrote for my literature class~ Having the reason to why psychological, unquantifiable events happen in the world often causes more harm than good. Finding out why a child was murdered, why a terrorist attack was committed, why a well-off man killed himself: sometimes the answers to these morbid sort of…

Chosen One

They were the one. The chosen one. Why? Who cares! They were the one. They had to do this. No point in giving a reason, for this was destiny, put in place by the spirits above who pulled all the strings. But wait… why were they the chosen one? They didn’t have any special qualities,…