mirotic;

i don't want to think, but i do. what are the pieces on the board? i lost the game of chess. our love is not a game. it's not like chess. love and life are games that keep going after checkmate. Checkmate. I've lost. You've won. Play again?

The Witch and Her Repair

... always came back successfully.  Now already deeply set in space, in another galaxy perhaps. The Bear vaguely remembered a pair of arms that had encircled him. In far away lifetime. In a lifetime that had ended only one day ago. He loved her.  But the Bear could no longer remember her name. Part l of the story is found here:  http://community.livejournal.com/freewriters/2893781.html

...Sometimes, we know that some things will never be the same again no matter what because of what had happened in the past. So why should we still stay or continue being in a relationship when we already know that nothing will change? Yes, time may heal all pains and wounds, but it can never erase the memories that caused it. http://community.livejournal.com/freewriters/2887519.html

22 - 07 - 09 ... My Post From FreeWriters

Her breath felt cool against my neck. I shivered. The icy coldness of her fingers made my heart beat faster as she softly drew patterns on my back, and I gasped sharply when she placed her lips lightly on my shoulder. My skin heated up as she slowly slid her arms around my waist and placed her smooth hands on my lower abdomen. I could feel her own heart beat faster in anticipation as she pressed ...

First post in freewriters.

Perfect Motion 1 pm, circles. 3 am, more circles. 8am, circles. Always, circles. I walk in circles, like our master. If I can't walk I'll crawl. And if I can't crawl, I'll wither and die... and smile. Great master break this spell, before you've covered the moon. I wish to see myself die, but I wish not to protect my eyes... not from you. I walk in circles. I walk in circles. I walk in circles...

shameless self-promotion via freewriters

I'm a freelance writer for the SF Examiner & I figured that this (my first article) was semi-creative and would love to share it! Enjoy!

a silly poem, all comments welcome

i posted this in the freewriters forum also.... no sleep till tomorrow and that is lost already no chance, nobody, nothing, a world untouched by you an un-wii world, a world d not hd where a shower is not automatically a power shower, and a room is just a room and a conversation no more than two people lost in the same species a narrow band world a world untwittered and unfiltered unspat out by ...

Candles

[I have no idea, except that the two characters other than the viewpoint one are recurring fantasy characters of mine. Cross-posted to freewriters.] "Candles," someone whispers. I open my eyes and see. She's standing, lit only by candlelight. The room around me brightens from black to orange, lit by flickering flame. They begin to glow, first in ranks, then randomly. When I look around, the ...

Days Slide By

[I seem to mostly be writing about depression, for some reason. Cross-posted to freewriters.] The days slide by one by one. You don't notice, of course. You're busy planning and dreaming and waiting, and while you're there, they slip past you without you ever noticing. While you're waiting for it to start, it's already over, and when you've woken up, it's been a year you've lived in a place ...

Bitter

[My characters are talking to me in freeverse, all of a sudden. Strange. Cross-posted to freewriters.] Bitter obscenities blossom on your lips Like flowers, newly sprouted, I guess, And there is blood streaked in your long, pale hair. You ask me, and I pause before saying, "No. It doesn't get easier, not unless you're a psychopath, anyway." It is bitter irony that twists my lips into a grimace...