I’m currently editing my manuscript, Destiny of an Azurine. It’s the first book of the Azurine Series. I’m planning on writing Charity of an Azurine during Camp NaNoWriMo on July 1st. I’ll be editing by day, writing by night.
Sure it was Halloween, but things like ghosts never scared me before. I just assumed they were nothing more than stories or glitches of the mind. But there it was floating a few feet from me, and the malevolent face carved into it was my own doing. I always felt jack-o-lanterns looked much too child-friendly, so I made mine sinister with jagged…[Read more]
As I look at the paper napkin, my tears start to fall on it. The napkin solemnly obeys its job to suck them up, although I wish it wouldn’t. It was snowing very softly, as if even the weather was trying not to make fun of me. That’s one thing I hate about the snow, it always tried to erase you from the land, and from memories as it covers any…[Read more]
I have an imp on my shoulder. He’s always there, whispering malevolence into my ear. He’s three inches tall, with olive skin and two tiny horns on his forehead. His hair is bright red hair. His teeth are small and sharp.
He reeks of burning sulphur, which like him, follows me everywhere.
He says he’s here to protect me, that I am someone…[Read more]
We stand together decked out in robes
that we cherished most for several years.
Wearing mortar boards that hold no
mortar now to bind us together.
Tassels turned to the front, all the pomp is done
and the circumstances are that we’ve graduated
with rigor mortise grins on our faces.
Backslapping and high fives,
confidence thoroug…[Read more]
They gathered nightly when the marks departed
in a ritual that was followed religiously
after the rides shut down and the lights
dimmed low, to huddle in a small trailer
set off from all the rest.
Some hobbled, others scurried or wheeled their way
to the familiar rendezvous they shared, to play
a form of strip poker.[Read more]
Those Magic Seeds.
A brand new Christmas story of Santa and his little elf
named “Jingles” who saved Christmas in a magical way!
Way up near the North Pole where Santa’s workshop lies, all the elves are in a tizzy, someone’s stolen all the magic seeds that make the reindeer fly.
With Christmas just around the corner, Santa’s…[Read more]
My coffee stained
sits sepia toned by years of
pick me ups and set me downs,
holding a caffeine-laced fix
beneath my bloodshot eyes.
The clatter of dishes and tongues
scrambled like my eggs surrounds me.
The old vinyl stools
in chrome and scarlet poses,
rise in a food speckled formation,
each covered cushion…[Read more]
When your lips and hers
in joyous bliss are joined and meld as one,
and the realization hits you that
true love at last has come
and your heart it starts to hammer
like some frantic big bass drum,
just remember at that moment when
your kiss is finally done,
When your standing in a
rental tux upon your wedding nigh…[Read more]
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Snow had a storeroom. But was it good that I went there?
Some doors you won’t open until full…[Read more]
Fox Kerry edited the blog post Jupiter Fell by Fox Kerry, more at unfalsewater.blogspot.com in the group Flash Fiction Writers: 3 years, 4 months ago
When Jupiter fell the three were watching. You don’t have to bear with a bully for long–if you are not a god of patience–to allow a mean vessel to harpoon itself into the speary pit of its own making. But no one likes death. And those with half open hearts don’t want even their enemies to cross that guard-rail until absolutely nec…[Read more]
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