Darian McIntosh
Stories (2/0)
Journey to Haiku
Her father had passed away unexpectedly. He had only just reached his fifth decade of life and was the picture of health. A recently retired military man, he was an avid runner and had participated in many marathons to prove that he had the physicality and endurance to do it. A heart attack they said. Lorelei still couldn't believe it.
By Darian McIntosh3 years ago in Wander
The Harbinger of Death and The Herald of Light
Mason's eyes were very telling. Entering his 48th year, his face belied the truth about himself….his life had been hard. Years of being homeless, subjected to the harsh and varying weather conditions, had creased his skin permanently, most notably around his eyes. But his eyes themselves…they were a beautiful hazel, more emerald in color than any other. Like the precious jewel, they shone brightly. And they told a story. A story of his life relaying more information than just that of his mental illness and being homeless as a result. They told the story of a man that has seen and felt things more deeply and passionately than most; a blessing and a curse simultaneously. It has been said that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul. Mason was a prime example of this adage.
By Darian McIntosh3 years ago in Humans