I hate the way,
I feel I have naught to say.
I want to report today’s events
But it wasn’t exciting, no suspense
I miss the mountains and woodsy air
And struggle with feeling so lost from where
(I want to be)
‘Tis a time of change, these autumn days
Present-minded in them, may I stay
The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.
Continue reading “Shine On, Bright Sun”
My mother was a cleaning lady, cleaning other people’s homes. Our own home was never so clean – her boyfriends never picked up after themselves. Our own home was filthy, and I couldn’t stand to be there. My own home is spotless, not a blemish to be seen.
Continue reading “The Messes We Live With”
Things are really exciting at Creo Somnium right now because I had a new story idea, and I’m also working on it in a different way than I have in the past. I’m doing more planning than I used to do, when I would just sit down and write and end of with a splintered story.
The theme or moral of the story is to trust your instincts – your brain and intuition.
Continue reading “New Story Idea”
“Excuse me,” she said quietly, preparing to dart out the bookstore doorway. Instead, he held the door open for her. “After you,” he said cordially.
Continue reading “The Outsiders”
“By the power vested in me by the moon and stars, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The shaman’s final blessing, tossed about on the buffeting winds, was the last restraint from her rose petal lips. He beamed at his bride, their faces close.
Continue reading “Was It The Nectar?”
This is something new that trying, in effort to practice brevity. Thoughts? (These italicized words don’t count as my 10 🙂 )
Continue reading “A Story in 10 Words”