Category: Scrolls

This Fling

Love won't always elude us, and when you find someone with such intoxicating feaures, life, old pain fades to moments of silence. My heart was silent, My body a parade, When you walked in and sat. The fire of your spirit, It dyed the color of your hair, The bite of your aura, A red…

Battle Hymn Heart

It isn't often I say this, but my hand was moved, my soul was pushed to revisit this. It was a calling. So, here is an old promise of love and loyalty, protection and determination. Maybe it all went to my head. Give me a thousand words, I’ve got your back. A million demons knocking…

Mama’s Dolly

A sprint story, I had 30 minutes to write this.   Nina had about enough. Stepping outside in the cold she felt the wind blow up her fishnets, her thong stopping nothing. She was exposed and she hated this weather. It was bad for business, bad for fun, just overall bad. As white as the…

Love this House

Written for a contest in 2013, this didn't place but it was still a new and fun experience.   Wind blew, heavy and long gusts carrying the smell of a coming summer from deep within the ocean depths.  The water reflected a setting sun.  Sky and sand were cascaded with an ochre hue.  It had…

Pyke and Pyre

Written with YA audience in mind for a contest on Scribophile.com this was meant to be dark but light-hearted.   “Your soul looks delicious.” Pike shut his eyes tightly. His week had been long but today felt longer.  He had been chased from home, two hours late for school, by his older sister and a…

Desperation

A 3000 word short story I wrote in 2013, though I can't quite remember why.                  Love can be a desperate, fleeting emotion. Blood exuded in a rich violet hue from the hole in her chest, singed flesh filling the air.  Her entire body shook before Vtri collapsed to the ground.  The sound of…

This Year

This piece was entered into a holiday contest on Scribophile.com . It didn't place, but there were a ton of great writers.   Ama dropped the final weighted balloon into the snow and stepped back. Her father rested his heavy hand atop her shoulder causing her to smile. His hands were warm, ungloved and standing…