Kenneth cruz
Stories (62/0)
Loves weeping whispering woods
In the dark bellowing woods sat a witch in a bleak cave. I stared at her, while equal parts disgust, shame, and fear consumed me. I laid the rabbit before her its small feeble body thrusting about. She cast a stark perverse smile in my direction her wrinkled skin and nose bunching up in delight.
By Kenneth cruz20 days ago in Fiction
The fumes of sighs…
Shakespeare once said “Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs” and after a life time of trying to love and find mutual healthy love I believe it to be true. I used to be a hopeless romantic or actually a hopeful romantic, at least until about a week ago. That’s when the fume of sighs and heartache finally fully asphyxiated me and extinguished any light, spark, or belief in love I had left.
By Kenneth cruz2 months ago in Humans
Taken
I've seen thousands of faces come and go on this ship. I've heard the chorus of sobs, tears, screams, and wails as they create their own macabre melody. So many beautiful youthful faces broken to darkness, as if they knew they were all in their final hour. It’s cold and lonesome in this dark corner as I drown in a vat of penitence that comes from just being a hapless toy. Oh, how I long to go home.
By Kenneth cruz2 months ago in Fiction