Wayward Writer
Part 2 Each night I sat upon my dressing chair and gazed at the mirror while I brushed my hair. The girl beyond the looking glass returned my stare with a lazy grin, and we pulled long strokes to a well-timed rhythm. Neither of us spoke, but it felt we shared a secret. Then one... Continue Reading →
Part 1 It came to me in dreams of night, and through the veil softening reality's light. At times, I believed myself mad, insane. Those gossamer moments when my mind quieted and I watched the others from shadowed windows of sight. Over aware, as I sometimes became, they appeared different in ways that caused me... Continue Reading →
"Circling True North" (332 words) Another toothy smile, with a wink, and the doctor gains a little more of my distrust. Flamboyant, to say the least, but somewhat unprofessional, too. I stare blankly, trying to figure out what it is about her I do not like. She sucks in her cheeks and purses her lips... Continue Reading →
Beta Shred #4 (Circling True North) Raise my eyes to meet the boorish inquisitor, surprised to see a handsome face under siege of conflicting emotions. Stoic eyes, pressed brows, and grim slash mouth are pushed back and buried beneath long, slender hands as he flops down, into the visitor’s chair. Struggle to rise onto my... Continue Reading →
