Category: flash short story


winter souls

 

Smiling zealots twisting faith

Hate is the foundation of

The evil horde of bland faces, winter souls

Wearing their self- righteous evil with honor

Lies and suppression are their tools

Fostering a system of inequality

Scheming against the light,

Darkening us all

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the smiths

 

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that

Interesting is how they described her face

Sharp jaw and high cheek boned

Eyes the color of melting caramel

Hair shades of light and dark brown

Windblown and tussled around her elfin face

She wasn’t beautiful, so they say

Not in the conventional way, anyway

It lay behind her narrow brown specks

Hidden behind her broad red smile

Between her light and dark moods

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that.

 

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Sunrise

 

 

 

Where they are

Is where I need to be

Where the sun shines gold and high

Above the rising sea

To a distant shore

Where dreams are not dreams

So far away

Among the shimmering gold

Of tomorrows light

For a little while

 

 

 

 

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My pen is my weapon

Words are my ammunition

Knowledge is my power

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I will come whichever way I can,

Driven by hope, by desire, and by fate

To see you, to touch you, to love you

 I will come

Whichever way I can,

I will come.

 

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eye

 

 Rising memories fading with  light

 A stranger in tomorrow’s night

Thundering pain in my head

A wicked beast, so vicious and dead

The carnal glazes that covers me

What  tangled web of lust we weave

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Not Love

 

Tenderness Away

Was Innocence’s

An Idiots idea

 

 

 

 

 

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pouring wine

Fear of the pint

Lengthened by fear

The fury rattled loudly

On Old Taylor Road

 

 

 

 

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The corn cob man

Strange and aloof

Was the misconception

To hide his contempt

 

 

 

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From her prospective it was alright to do things that would other wise be considered wrong. Right and wrong was a point of view, depending on who you were nothing more.

Who decided what was right or wrong anyway she thought. Rich people did things that hurt and devastated people all the time but rarely ever had to answer for it, why should she?

To them it was just part of doing business, and that’s all this was… business. She looked at Mitchy laying on the bed with a black handled ice pick sticking out of his chest.

His eyes glossy and vacant like a dead fish staring blindly at her, his mouth frozen half-open caught in mid scream at the very moment death-cold and silent snatched the life from his body.

If there was an after life old Mitchy was probably still trying to figure out how he’d got there. He never saw it coming, and after she plunged the ice pick into his chest he just laid there screaming, staring at her, what an odd thing she thought.

Kara had laid next to him for a half an hour, not hearing him as he whimpered and groaned, and then as if some one had pulled the plug, the room fall silent. She hadn’t plan to do Mitchy, she kinda like him but just like most men she had known he turned out to be more trouble then he was worth.

“So, off to the after life for you Mitchy, I promise you won’t be lonely.” Kara said as she cleaned out his wallet. She almost felt guilty for having to do him, but Mitch had brought it all on himself. He had thought he could take what he wanted from her and she would have little to say about it… wrong.

Kara paused and looked at him for a second she was tempted to close his eyes, but instead she placed her hand gently under his chin and closed his mouth, now it looked as if he were staring at her pouting it almost made her laugh.

She tucked the bills about eight dollars in her front pocket and drop the wallet down on Mitchy’s chest. She started for the door then stopped as if she had forgotten something.
” Shit”, she snapped her fingers and walked back over to the bed and Mitchy and yanks the ice pick out of his chest.
” I might need you later,” She said to the ice pick as she wiped Mitchy’s blood off on the bed spread.
” Well, that’s, that,” She dropped the ice pick into her bag and started for the door.
” Nice knowing you Mitchy.” She said on her way out the door.

 

 

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