Eulogy to a Snail
Once upon a time a snail came with the Autumn rains. From where it came, no one knows, and for how long it stayed is known only to the eyes of light in the ceiling. Still, it must have come from somewhere pleasant, where it grasped and felt wet,...
A Year
It's been a year since I saw you last. How has time gone by so fast? A year to the day, You were no longer OK. There hasn't been a day that's gone by Where I've looked over and expected you by my side. Your cage, now clean, still sits upon its...
Born This Way: Chapter 14 Part 2
The world continued to move by me at a rocket pace, plunging along with the present with no thought as to the grief i felt.
Broken Soul
Lighris was in the middle of running a toothbrush through the inside of his beak when his phone rang. He spat out the tartar and beak-paste and wiped his beat with a facecloth as he walked out to his kitchen to where he left the phone on the counter,...
Epilogue: A Short Story
grief paralyzed him, and he wept, and wept, and wept. his shoulder dug into the edge of the headstone, but he didn't care. he deserved it.
Annabel Lee
They, clad all in black and dark colors, their genuine grief mantled over their shoulders, were all but shouted down in the burgeoning ecstasy of new birth.
Ghosts
Ghosts By Searska GreyRaven The street lights were just flicking on as I walked up the sidewalk toward a dimly lit industrial building. Well, dimly lit for a human. My feline eyes had no problem with it. I reached the entrance and hesitated,...
Lonely Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The previous eight months had been hard on the wolf. At a tempo he'd never prepared for he managed to bury a father and mourn over his mother's ashes. The weight and absences of it all were creeping into his realization, standing in a kitchen as...
The Hurricane Part II: Grief
Perhaps the grief wasn't enough to handle. "... what else has titus been keeping from us?" 9 tuesday, march 31st in the town of mayville, north carolina.
Hues
I see the world in new hues as i soak in a brief wave of grief as this last vestige of that broken me disappears. i cry before the fire as i accept the merge easily, almost automatically.
A Painful Memory
> "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours > But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and > When I die, I expect to find > Him laughing" > -Martin Gore of Depeche Mode, from Blasphemous Rumours Johnathan could hardly contain...
Not Grapes (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The fox stood alone in his kitchen, consoled by the dull rattle of the refrigerator straining to moan back to life. The partially complete sandwich on the counter seemed to mock him, as he again took inventory of the contents. ~ "Tomato.. grilled...