Christine St.Croix
Bio
Native American. Writer. "Cast the Shadows of your love upon me and don't look back. Don't walk out that door and into the wilds of unknowns and forget the love I hold in my heart for you, for us... "Evolve... A Transformational Journey."
Stories (26/0)
Journey of enlightenment...
Standing on a wide wood balcony over looking the cliffs of Carmel, California; the sun was setting over the western horizon as my fingers locked their grip on the top tier of the balcony. I was set to jump... I wanted to fly away and disappear over the distant horizon, but I knew if I jumped, I would fall to my death, far down into the rocks below me.
By Christine St.Croixabout a year ago in Motivation
Evolve...
Prologue I can count ten thousand things I want to say to you. Can you hear the whispers in your ear. The clarity of your eyes gave me clarity of mind until you drove me mad with worry and desire for you. Into the night you walked the last road of your life, the light guiding you into the shadows under the moons silent gaze. I wailed when I got the news, no longer could I hear the sound of your laughter, sweet words of loving kindness, lying in your arms in your warm embrace. Where are you my beautiful man, crazy, mad human, living in the fast lane, leaving no hope of growing old in your arms. Were you alone when you took your last breath. Did you know my love for you was not on hold, just waiting for the miracle of knowing you were well, whole again. Were you thinking of my hearts desire to see you walk that road free of what ails you, free of the burdens and sorrows that held you bound to the loss in unforgiveness of selfs soul. I need to know you’re okay, need to know your promise to see me again is real as the moon light which cast her light on us yesterday is the same as tomorrows. I am sorry I could not save you, save the Us that was real love in conflict of life’s painful past. Where are you, my love, my life. How did you say it, “Don’t worry about me baby, I got this, I got us covered, never gonna be without me, I am your man and you, woman, are all I ever want in life.” Where are your dark demons now that they can no longer hold you back from me, from life itself. All I ask is that you hold me here and now, tell me I am going to be okay, the news of your passing is just not real. “Don’t worry baby, Order us a perfect pint, I’ll be right back, promise.” Rip JNL.
By Christine St.Croixabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Miss Chimes...
Chapter 1 Annabella Chimes A soft wind was blowing the cool fog onto the coastline just off spindrift road in Carmel CA. The curtains billowed and swayed in the open windows, just soft chiffon dancers, partners one to the other as the sad soulful sounds of the saxophone filled the house from the turntable in the living room, ‘Europa’ mixed and mingled with the hot steam of the shower’s water falling onto Annabella, as she finished rinsing the lather out of her hair.
By Christine St.Croixabout a year ago in Fiction
Eternal Darkness...
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The view could have been the same as any other night with a single road leading away from the castle walls, but tonight the wolf moon shines bright in the night sky, illuminating Lycia's life with new Hope.
By Christine St.Croixabout a year ago in Fiction
Blue Haiku
My World Looking Blue From Space
By Christine St.Croixabout a year ago in Poets
Musings on Being...
I am the morning star peaking through the brances of the white birch tree filled with firey-yellow, golden-kissed leaves ready for one last hurrah before being released into the invisible flowing of the wind currents passing by, with just a soft whistle. Wake up, I am life.
By Christine St.Croix2 years ago in Poets
Storms vs Rivers of Life...
Me, when I am tired of it being sunny all the time... I am swimming in the sea of infinite abundance; I am drawing into me the power of the storm, which swirls and swells in response to my thoughts in words, calling upon my life a storm of wealth.
By Christine St.Croix2 years ago in Poets
The Adventures of Zizzy Stardust
CHAPTER ONE: THE GAMER DOME Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Intergalactic Astronauts join E.T. Avatar Gamers for the game of the Century. A Zizzy Stardust production event. 2/2/2222 "So, what do you think gamer tribe? These are my newest event T - Shirts for the upcoming intergalactic gamer challenge, hosted by my sponsors of course, since I am Earth's reigning champion." Zizzy smiled and laughed with delight as he flew onto the enormous black dome stage, wearing a sample T - shirt with his flight pants and astronauts boots for all the crowd to see. Ziggy stood a whole 6' 3", had short dark fir with a white diamond spot on his neckline. His multicolored wings now tucked back, but could clearly be seen when he turned to the right or left on the stage. Ziggy could see millions of faces of on-line gamers all cheering him on from inside the gamer dome zone above him. "Ladies and Gentlemen." Bosco White, the game announcer started his introductions to the gamers of earth and around the intergalactic colonies of space. "Let me introduce Earths reigning champion. Mr. Zizzy Stardust. Our very own favorite 'feline fairy' astronaut and star traveler of the century.
By Christine St.Croix2 years ago in Gamers
Unstoppable...
It was the rocking motion and the sound of a loud horn which woke me up with a jolt. I checked the watch on my wrist... it was just coming up on 11:11 am. I remembered reading something in a woman's magazine while waiting in the Dentist office to have my teeth cleaned, something about how 11:11 brings unparalleled awareness in ones place in the universe. Wait, one cotton pic-ken minute! What in the devil was I doing reading a woman's magazine? That's not something I would ever do, or would I? Hey, where the devil am I anyway? What's going on? "Who are you? Why are you staring at me with that ridiculous look on your face?" "I'm Henry, sir. I need your ticket for the train fair. You were sleeping, sir. I didn't want to wake you. I've been waiting for you to wake up, so I can collect your ticket, sir. May I have it? It's my job to collect all the tickets." "Yeah, just give me a minute. Let me see what I did with it." After checking all the possible pockets and finding them all empty. I realized I didn't have my wallet nor did I have a ticket.
By Christine St.Croix2 years ago in Fiction
The Individuality of Me...
I live and breathe among the garden of the gods where earth and sky touch the very soul of my passionate heart, leaving the foot path of where I began my life's journey to where I stand today, a witness of the majesty of life here on mother earth.
By Christine St.Croix2 years ago in Poets
