The Invisible Writer
Bio
"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can"
Charles Bukowski
Stories (104/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
Return of the Chosen
An army of yellow lights held atop torches approached the woods at the edge of the valley of Landor. Whispers passed in the wind as forest trees woke from the slumber that had carried them through decades of peace. Redwoods and Oaks spoke in the ancient language of the Druids, warning of the threat approaching in the distance from beyond the blankets of grass that stretched across the Flat Plains to the Dark Lands. Drum beats thundered through the air in songs of war. Legions of Ogres, followed by legions of Orcs, covered the earth for miles. In a quarter day's march, the first of their lines would arrive at the forest's edge.
By The Invisible Writer22 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2024
The Dragons Beside Me
History is filled with great women both remembered and forgotten. The first woman history remembered for me was Joan of Arc. She came alive from the pages of my history textbook in elementary school. A warrior braver than any superhero. But that was only the beginning. Harriet Tubman and Rosa Parks floored me with the amount of courage they displayed. Susan B. Anthony and Amelia Earhart showed me how much you can accomplish when society tells you, you can't. Sylvia Plath and Maya Angelou taught me how much meaning words can carry. Harper Lee's book To Kill a Mockingbird inspired me so much that I named my youngest daughter, Addilynn Harper Mcghee.
By The Invisible Writerabout a month ago in Families
The Ohio Sky
"Little girls are made of gunpowder and lead" ~Miranda Lambert Prologue Kate knew he was coming home. Knew from the time his truck tore out of the driveway until his headlights lit up the front window again that he was coming home. Her eyes moved to the clock. Six hours since he'd stormed out of the front door. Six hours to drink all he could. Six hours to let his anger grow. Fear raced through every part of her trembling body with the knowledge that his coming back wasn't just a thought anymore. He was here.
By The Invisible Writer2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
Footprints in white
Footprints in white, trailing off into the night. I follow breathlessly by the light of the moon. Hoping to beat the snowflakes falling, that threaten to cover them up. My heart races knowing the fear that must be racing through yours.
By The Invisible Writer2 months ago in Fiction
What you lost
I watch as you walk down the sidewalk not noticing the rain falling from the sky above. Everything I have inside me wishes I could reach out and touch the side of your face. Wishes I could look deep into your brown eyes and ease your pain. Wishes I could feel my thumb sliding across the wet skin of your cheek when I wipe away your tears.
By The Invisible Writer3 months ago in Fiction