Life...after Death

Tiger http://wp.me/s3POMH-tiger

The sky was still black. The clouds were saturated, ready to burst.

“Like me,” he thought to himself. Thunder clapped as a bolt of white electricity struck the middle of the pond.

He kicked through the tall grass of the meadow. His soft leather boots water logged by the muddy puddles he stomped through. The rains were coming as violently as of late the rich soil was unable to contain Nature’s…

Rocks http://wp.me/s3POMH-rocks

In the meadow at dusk, he perched on the ground in front of her holding her right foot in his hands. She was opposite of him on the grass and dirt, hands splayed out behind her supporting her body weight while looking at him concerned. Her white sun dress, dirty and soiled, her skin a thin layer of sweat and smudged dirt. Her nose was marked black from rubbing it on the back of her hand. Her…

Mekantic http://wp.me/s3POMH-mekantic

I thought it would be fun to post the story I started for last November’s NaNoWriMo before I had to drop out. It’s an unedited first run so please forgive the misspelling or grammar issues. It was never revised.

The Mekantic and the Sexbot

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck….” The water had made the metal joint slick when she had tried to tug at it. The edge cut through her brown work gloves. Crimson drops…

Lessons http://wp.me/s3POMH-lessons

His calves hugged the “danger” branch of the tall oak tree. Upside down, gravity tugged at his dirty blonde hair and dangling arms. He face flushed red, with a mischievous smile.

Far below, her fingers knotted the front of the stained white dress that hung on her small frame. “Please don’t do it. You. Scare me, ” she muttered into the air.

Just enough worry in her voice for him to hear. Her…

I want someone that smiles when they see me. Texts me cause they can’t wait to talk to me. Tackle hugs me when I open the door. I’m a tiger. These are the things tigers do.

Yesh http://wp.me/s3POMH-yesh

It’s time. Time to let go of dreams. Time to let the what ifs fade. Time to let slip away the destiny of what was supposed to happen. It’s time to let the dreamer die and the soul of the boy to fade. Never more there. The new path is the bleak slate of despair and realism. Today is the day I died.

I can’t unremember words when told to walk away. Not from her. Not her words. Forever etched…

Woods http://wp.me/s3POMH-woods

The smell of her breath lingered since birth, a sweet glamour.

The warm air was her essence.

He was enveloped and leaves danced.

His branches thrived on the comforting breeze.

The Four Sentence Short Story

“Clark…what are you doing, Clark?” The disemboweled voice sang into his mind, a dream of hope was her voice. Entropy and heat death had long taken the planet. His blue suit was dark and worn with time, “I’m not gone, I am just quiet,” the voice whispered into his memories. Her voice was his only comfort. Time took his words, “I will never be able to grow up and I longed to grow old with you.”

“Which one is mine?” his ten little fingers pressed into the meniscus of the domed wall that sat in the center of the room. Tiny lights danced over the blue sphere inside. He looked over his shoulder for a response, his irises melting through a spectrum…

The once lush grass was now brown and decaying. The oak had lost is luster and its leaves had fallen in patches. The blue pond was dry replaced with crusting dried sediment. The new found Prince surveyed the view of the meadow below him. On the hill…