Out of Grand Rapids MI. I write because I have to. (I am a noob however.)
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Not A Christmas Story
The winds of forever winter spat a bitter cold this night. However immune to this, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph enjoyed the last refuge of warmth inside Castle Claus. All the while Mrs. Claus paced, watching her husband prepare.
This Little Lighter of Mine
She didn't know why she grabbed me or why she found herself clutching me in her hands. I was just one of many trinkets, amongst the shambles of what remained from her uncle's life. It had been a long time since I’d been touched. She found me beneath a pile of newspapers and old uncashed checks. Somewhere along the way I was placed there for the last time.
The Eye of the Beholder
The wind billows sand up into the faces of the damned, they hardly seem to notice. Beneath the circling crows a man in a common hooded cloak approaches the recently crucified criminals. The two Roman Vigiles Urbani pay the passerby no mind, or care not to. Nor do the two weeping women as he struts past.
- Top Story - November 2023
Medium or Naw pt 2Top Story - November 2023
Welcome to the second installment of my probably short series “Medium or Naw?” Where I beg to question are these limited experiences I'm, uh experiencing show that I am a Medium who is able to sense past energies or spirits? Or is it something else that can be explained. Probably the latter, however that is for you the reader to decide for yourself; for quite frankly I don't have a clue.
- Top Story - October 2023
Beneath The Wizard's Robe
As the tires of his parents' station wagon crunched along the gravel road, a charming white house came into view. Martin's little chubby face fogged the glass of the back seat window. He knew when he saw the pristine lawn and white fences, that he was at Grandpa Walt’s.
The first time Pablo noticed the boy was one night when he saw him being chased down the street by the fat baker. He nearly caught him too, though the boy escaped the pudgy grasp with nothing but a ruffled collar. He ran diagonally past Pablo, stuffing his mouth full of some indiscernible slop.