Standing alone in the tranquil sea I’m awaiting my love’s arrival She’s been travelling for weeks moving away from the sun Yet, Only to journey to its light once more I sit on a moon rock Barely feeling the sharp edges as they cut me deep When she finally arrives I’ll swoop her off herContinue reading “The Tranquil Sea”
I’ve continued my pathalmost finished with my journeyon the road to the moon at last!Though trials and tribulationsare to come stillI stop, gaze at a moonlit fieldAll feelings of doubt concealed.People tried to get me to returnBack to the land of the sunYet,seeing this viewI knowI’m so close nowOn the road to the moonI canContinue reading “Still Travelling, by Annie DuChene”
Dark child What sickness awaits beyond your perfect lips? It must be difficult to conceal the darkness that lurks behind your smile. But, Just as hard, is my task to balance these feelings of sorrow with the joy of your touch Deeply wounded I now know what I must do What mission I must completeContinue reading “Final Rattle”
Created an animated version of my cover for The Zombie Test (One of my collections). What do you think? If you’d like to read it, but don’t have Kindle, let me know. I’ll be happy to send it to you.
The living room was sparsely decorated. A small table sat in one corner. A lamp (just an old thing his Mom gave him), cast off a faint glow. Next to the small table sat a vomit-stained sofa. And a coffee table littered with empty food containers, beer cans, and a nine-millimeter Beretta. Roy Chappell brushedContinue reading “BLOOD OF THE SHEEP: PART ONE”
Just received the new cover for my Long short story / short novella, They’re afraid of fire. What do you think? I will be publishing the story within the next few days.
I call this one…breathless.
9 I held the torch out towards him. He didn’t seem to notice. He just crouched in the middle of the clearing, kind of purring at me and bobbing his head side to side. What do you want from me?” I yelled at him. But again, he didn’t seem to notice – my tone, norContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Parts Nine & Ten”
Before Jack was half-way to me, a large, pale face appeared right next to mine. It wasn’t Timmy. I knew that at once. The Rattler was way to huge to be Timmy. I think it was the same one Timmy attacked the day before. It opened its way-too-wide mouth, displayed it’s (at least) two rowsContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Eight”
The two other men besides Gus, I’ll call them Carl and Jack – since that was their names. Jack, he was the tall one, was sitting down by the fire, one shoe off, scraping something from between his toes with a really big knife. He looked up when Gus pulled (practically dragged) me into camp.Continue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Seven”