Reagan Parker
Bio
"And while everything in this world brings me comfort or pain
Let me for a little while escape in my brain ,
And let Words sweep me away to peace.
Come find me in a place where Words never cease. "
Stories (10/0)
I Spy
Lifting my head high, I spy with my little eye… A blanket of blue.
By Reagan Parkerabout a year ago in Poets
He and I are the Same
I stare into the glass and, like a mirror, it reflects my image back to me. I see a little fish, no different than I, trapped between walls. No way of escape. I see his longing eyes, hoping only for something more than another lap of the familiar. I see his loneliness. Though other fish just like him swarm the tank, never thinking twice about their existence, he has no one to give him any comfort. I see his age. He isn’t old, but his days are fleeing. Just a blink of his eye and they’ll all be spent with nothing to show. I see his past. Orphaned as they stripped him away from home. I see his future. A cage. Set in a display room to be observed for other peoples’ pleasure. I see the entirety of his life. And he and I are the same.
By Reagan Parkerabout a year ago in Fiction
Tears
Tears flowed down from swelling eyes, watering the silver grass that flooded the ancient forest like a hidden ocean. The celestial kingdom of stars gazed down from space to admire its own reflection and to observe as the fates that they wrote unfold into their grand design. All the light from heaven above and from the glassy mirror of grass below shown upon the lone child, bare of any clothes and shining as a goddess of light. One more pair of eyes looked upon the little one, first with a spell of deep dark hate, but the softness of the helpless girl and the beaming light radiating from her body broke through the dark and lit a spark in his heart. And then the tears flowed down from the dragon’s serpentine eyes. No dragon had ever cried before. And no dragon would ever shed a tear again.
By Reagan Parker2 years ago in Fiction
Coffinwood
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A lone man happened to be wandering by that night and the distant light caught his eye and his curiosity. Like a fish hooked on the fisherman’s lure, he was reeled in towards the ancient wooden house, unsuspecting of what he would find.
By Reagan Parker2 years ago in Fiction
