Underneath the Waves: Chapter 10

The funeral was fast approaching, but the body was nowhere to be found. If Blackwater was the type of town to hold a late-night vigil, if Edward were perceived as a loving father left to raise two children on his own, the street outside would be full of small candles, flowers and words of prayer.... Continue Reading →

Waiting

Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating,  A waiting against my will.

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 9

Every Friday, the kids of Blackwater Private would gather in the quadrangle for a morning assembly. From where she was standing, Elizabeth could see Jordan standing a few feet away from the bulk of his class with his head down. To everyone else, this was normal, but Elizabeth could see he was in pain. It... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 8

The family never sat at the kitchen table. Gabrielle would cook and the kids would take their plates to the living room sofa or into their own bedrooms. That night, four family members sat at the table. The air was still and everything was frozen.  Elizabeth sat, timid and shy, not knowing what was going... Continue Reading →

Underneath the Waves: Chapter 7

Elizabeth noticed the silence that bled through the walls. Eventually, she got herself ready and made her way downstairs. There was no one home and no cars in the driveway. She put on the kettle and made herself a cup of tea. By the front door, she noticed her father’s work boots sitting by the... Continue Reading →

Strings Rewrite

The sweetest strings draw him under,His life becomes a distant thunder. Naively down he goes.Seduced by notes within the sea,A hope to end the misery. A place where sun and sky can’t see.A sorrow deep where love can’t be,Empty in himself.To the bottom of his soul he drops,Where time is lost, but never stops. He hears... Continue Reading →

Tea

I find great pleasure In a tea It's warm and sweet and Good to me. . I watch steam rising In the cold. A warmly warmth that Warms my soul. . I hold the tea cup In my hands, Like it's a tiny bird from Fairy land. . Mystical beverage of Beautiful taste. Like a... Continue Reading →

Observer’s Paradox

Thoughts slip away before I can think. I write them down with water for ink. The mind and the 'verse, they both interlink, Destruction, decay and death on the brink. - By Randall Evans.

The Beach – Rewrite

Ash floats through misty sea breeze, Above infinite sand of memory. A mother watching her boy run free, With water cold beneath her feet. . A revery passage to the other side, A moment’s mortality magnified. They build a castle by ocean spray, Worth more in time when washed away. . The boy, now a... Continue Reading →

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