When love was here;

Our smiles were beautiful and new
Our eyes were lively and blue
Our kiss…long and true
Now that love is gone, where do we go from here?

An Ode to Lucy

Young and soft she was
Her countenance like the soothing sun
Her beauty was divine to us
And our lust after her had only just begun

VAINMAN

The rain had had its own, pleasing itself till the last hour of the evening. Little time was left for the sun as it began to hide itself behind the high hills of the west and with it, its last light. The cold august wind brushed against my face as I walked through the green woods of Hervania on my way to the cold river…to see my reflection by its bank.
I had grown up hearing diverse stories of the woods and

RED SNOW

     Long before Truth was born, Deceit lived in tranquility in a little town at the foot of the seven mountains. For a thousand and nine years, Deceit lived among the happy men and broken spirits of the southern valley guarding them from the hurt of veracity. The natives loved Deceit like he was one of their own, and prayed him to tarry in the town that had no name. Deceit loved the land, it loved the people and still made a

THE EVIL CHILDREN (STORY)

Do you know that moment? That moment you feel true happiness, true joy and unending ecstasy…all at once. That moment all the troubles of your soul feel like they never really existed. That moment of accomplishment, that moment when all the joys of this world seem to be beaming right through your soul, that moment that changes your life…forever.

THE GHOST with NO SHOES (STORY)

The white wind, cold and nippy rushed callously into my little room on the gentle slope by the river side, waking me from the farthest place of my slumber. Tired as I was, I slipped out of my warm Danish bed and out to the vast darkness of my room and towards the opened French window that had so let the cold wind in. I stood by the window hoping to seal the cold night wind away, but then I lingered for a moment.