Mark R. Cieslak
Bio
"Our lives are madness. Trying so hard to make moments, take moments. Nothing but pianos in a storm."
"I hear the singing."
"What singing? You never said..."
"Ah boy, what singing indeed."
Stories (16/0)
E M E R G E
E M E R G E (Play Thunderstorm at Sea from youtube) The sun winked at me just before it snuck away below the horizon. It was tired of the show and decided to go to sleep and left a beautiful red/orange/yellow reminder of its time above the ocean waves.
By Mark R. Cieslak3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Child
The court of the Crimson King laughed in time with the sound of a slicing blade and the unmistakable soft thump of flesh striking flagstone. He heard this through the grand doors before which he was bound and gagged as he awaited his own justice to be meted out at the hands of this King. A guard on either side, heavily armored and bladed in case the adornment of chains he was regaled in failed, were his only companions. Bound like an animal upon a wooden cart, link after link securing his frame kneeled and gagged in a subservient pose.
By Mark R. Cieslakabout a year ago in Fiction
