Life by the Page 10
10 The vibrant young woman who sat across from Leon glowed with beauty in the dim light of their candle lit dinner table, to the point of which the candle seemed a bit unnecessary compared to her fragile frame. They were seated by a window at the very...
Life by the Page: Martha Talks
> Hello everyone! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for reading "Life by the Page", secondly, I would like to take the time to let you in on what's been going on with Chekhov. He has been very busy in the past couple of months and hasn't even touch his...
Life by the Page 4
4 "The Owls Den" was the only book store in town. It was a small store but every nook and cranny was occupied by a book. They were stacked in every conceivable space, nook, cranny, or overhang. There stacked precariously against the walls all the way...
Leon's Poem
Leon's Poem Everything is manufactured, Life has become a satire for emptyness, A series of fabricated events that repeat, From one person to the next. Nothing is original, Nothing will ever be original, Except maybe the person reading...
Life by the Page 3
3 The coffee was perfect as always and with a cheerful air Leon felt he should treat himself to trip to the book shop. He and Gabe spoke briefly about the shy fox he had bumped into. Gabe felt that the fox had a little thing going for Leon but Leon...
Wolf
Wolf Lowly low, quick to and fro, Hides by the shadows night and day, A quiet disposition, a strong constitution, Stares with yellow eyes and sees. Among his den, from five to ten, A hungry pack he keeps. Or go he alone, loyal to himself,...
Life by the Page 2
2 Luckily for Leon his favorite café was one of the first buildings he would come to. As he saw the sign for "Gabe's Café" he quickened his paced as his mind wrapped around the fact that his hands would soon be warmed with a cup of coffee. Leon rushed...
Life by the Page 1
1 Leon sat back in his chair as the ashes fell from his cigarette. He let them fall carelessly as they fell to the floor. He stared at the fire place as was his habit whenever Martha "left him". He was tired of Martha, tired of her pulling on his...
The Fox: A Short Poem
The Fox A silent pride he carries, He runs about careful and gay, And with his wit he never tarries, A genius in his own way. He is a fox and is glad to be. A silent smile and playful provocation, All around him benefit he sees, Easy with...
Life by the Page 9
9 Needless to say the next couple of days were filled with work. Not the kind of work he had been used to for the past couple of months, forcing himself to put down on paper half assed ideas that made him feel sick, this was a different kind of...
Matilda the Otter
Matilda the otter By: Chekky Matilda is of the mustelidae, In her own way, she would like to stay. Care free day after day, Filling time and her stomach with fish. A delightful dish, No better meal than fish, Matilda's only wish, Is to...
Life by the Page 8
8 Leon sat by one of the windows in the quaint little old building that was Gabe's Café. The window pane was old and misty so you couldn't see much through it, but he liked to sit by it anyway because it let more light into the place. Gabe stood...