I cheated Death when I first contemplated suicide at the age of five. But Death won’t be cheated for long. So here I stand, at the age of 20, smirking at the irony of it all.
All those years of planning, plotting and then chickening out of taking my life by my own hands, only to have it taken away by the hands of another.
I’ve been a real dodo to think Death would let me play that game for long.
I was watching Dungeons & Dragons: The Book of Vile Darkness this past weekend when this snippet of a poem came to me. Over the next day, it grew into the beginning of a story. I’m not sure where it will go, but I share t with you here … if you like it, maybe…
This poem came out of my grieving process when I lost my Dad in January 2011. Death, for the living, is strange Someone you love is there even if they aren’t a part of your every day life and then Suddenly the world goes “poof!” and they aren’t there anymore just echoes of memories And…
I just found this little story idea from a dream I had in February 1998. It’s a ghost story about a spirit who feeds off the fear and adrenaline given off by people who are risk takers. He, in life, was a risk taker and died in his early 30s from one of his risk…
The following is a fictionalized version of something that actually happened to me. The scar is almost gone, but the memory lingers. The tree was tall and hanging upon it were baubles and balls, angels and tin soldiers, tinsel and lights. A little girl, no more than five or six approaches it. Her curly hair…
I came up with this while walking to the Metro station from work. “Stop that, Vermilion. You are digging your claws into my shoulder.” The small dragon shifted its weight, again, upon April’s shoulders. She dipped her tiny head toward April’s ear and made a soft, friendly hissing sound. “That’s OK,” April said. “I know…
Back in 2003, I wrote this little snippet. “Have you ever just looked at the sky and contemplated it’s blueness? I have many times, in fact. I just lie there on the grass, feeling the coolness against my back and look at the sky. You know, sometimes I dream that I’m a bird and can…