The old man, who had lived too many long years to see the prophecy fulfilled, reached his hand out to her, palm wrinkled and waiting. “You are the chosen one,” he informed her, “and the fate of the world rests in your hands.” Those words hung between them; a crescendo of anticipation vibrated in the silence–likeContinue reading “The Chosen One”
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The phone is ringing and she answers “Hello?” The pre-recorded voice congratulating her on her free cruise to the Bahamas is the first voice she’s heard since the end of the world. She hangs up mid-sentence.
the history of the universe is a love story
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by darkness. But, that is not where this story begins. It begins with bird and a star. A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful. A star who burned brighter than anyContinue reading “the history of the universe is a love story”
It was his smile that caught her attention as he asked to buy her a drink. It was his hands she held in hers as he recited his eternal vows. It was his ankles that she gripped as she dragged him to his grave.
Cream, Two Sugars
She has held corporations in the palm of her hand and refused dinner with the most powerful of men. They end up across the conference table, hands shaking as they attempt to sip their coffee, as strong and black as they thought themselves to be. She prefers hers laced with sugar and cream, every bitContinue reading “Cream, Two Sugars”
She had the air of someone who only drank red wine and was at home in graveyards, the kind of girl with winged eyeliner sharper than the blades it was rumored she hid in her combat boots. More than one man had decided to ignore the whispers that followed her like smoke, to see forContinue reading “Red”
“Oh that? That’s my bucket list.” “It’s just a Post-It Note with my name on it.” I can’t help but smile; “I know.”
Cantabile: A Love Story
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale dusty air. But, that is not where this story begins. It begins with bird and a star. A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful. A starContinue reading “Cantabile: A Love Story”