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Together we walk down a path carved into a field of green. The fox leading, with me following close behind. I can see the town sprawled out in all directions from up here. The numerous roads and lanes resembling the branches of a dead tree, and yet despite its flaws, it looks almost beautiful. Turning… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: ? This sombre rain and the absence of you. Sacrilege and a Godless universe. How sleep visits slowly, like baby steps. Today is a paper plane, heading elsewhere. Each day caresses like a lover and then dies in my arms, once and for all. The battle that… Read more
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Lying on my back with the sun on my face, time comes to a halt. I’m listening to Mogwai. There are no other sounds. No distractions. In a field miles from nowhere, I’m at one with nature, and nature’s at one with me. My skin’s turning red. Forgot to bring any lotion. Doesn’t matter. Let… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You won’t appreciate the night until it rips you awake late in the afternoon; until it forces you to stare down the cold yellow sun. Then you’ll know the day-walking ghosts—the ones who fraternize amongst parkland rose beds, unaware that their garden tea has aged one hundred plus years.… Read more
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On a blanket in the sun I drift far and wide. On this magic carpet of mine, I write my words as if they were the very essence of life itself. Perhaps one day I’ll write books that to some are considered magical. Perhaps the pages will pull them in, like a lasso around the… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: ? TRAILER PARK To a child all things rise. Mother rises in the morning when the sun rises. The moon rises and mom and baby go to sleep. Miranda would rise to feed him. The dead girls name was Miranda and she never rose today, and baby Mikey wondered why… Read more
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With the wind in her hair, she floats around until landing in the cemetery on the outskirts of town. Trudging through the knee-high wet grass, she lifts teddy onto her shoulders. Ain’t letting you get mucky, she says. It’s spooky and kooky, and she’d rather be somewhere warm, but she’s come to pay her respects.… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: I walk around the house in a bath robe mumbling dates and flickering through memories of us. The times we were apart and the times we were together. The way I would make the others do the things I love about him. I kiss the future and pray she’ll be there… Read more
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Removing the shoelace from her right boot, she loops one end around her wrist and the other around the arm of her prized teddy bear. That way you won’t get lost, she tells him. Looking out across town as it pulses with the sounds of music and giddy laughter, she holds teddy close to her… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 