Dusky, midnight fur,

patterned with shimmering stardust.

A heart burning with an inferno of passion.

United by a chain of trust,

Battling with a shield of love.

Marching along in an armor of bravery,

and forever bound by loyalty.

Will never surrender, will never cower.

Will never surrender, will never flee.







Tricks just flow out of his mouth. I narrow my eyes, trying not to lose my temper.

Resting his mouth, I interject. “Then prove it!”

Underhandedly, I swipe his phone.

Swiping through his phone, I finally find it. “Aha!”

There on the screen lies a text message about how he arranges for an ‘accident.’



Lashing out, I swing my fist at him.

Imbued with fury, I strike his temple.

Angrily, I kick him in the shin.

Rampaging, I bang my fist against a wall.


Rapidly, I dash out of the room.

Evasively, I slide under a pipe.

Vindictively, I break his phone on the pipe

Escaping, I cheer, free of fear.

Never again do I have to deal with him. Until the day of the ‘accident.’

Gashes cover my body.

Everyday is filled with regrets now.


A grand rock stands before me

A luscious, luxurious, land of grass is where I stand

I ponder climbing

I carefully begin to climb the crazy and jagged mountain

A big, bumpy, boulder comes snowballing down




I’ll need a full-body cast for a few months.


Icy bullets fall

The rain is like a blizzard

It’s a dismal scene


By-passers hurry

Escaping from the downpour

As I sit smiling


It actually feels good

Despite many would disagree

The rain gives me space


I’m actually happy

Because rain equals puddles

I step into one


I begin to melt

I melt into my home land

Thank God for the rain

Climate Control: Part II

Perry climbed back up and dusted himself off. Frightened kids glanced at him. This made him feel bad. Like he was being isolated. And he did not like that. Sleet began falling to the ground.

“Stop it, freak!” One kid screamed at Perry. Perry turned around, seeing the kid with his mouth hanging open. Perry purposely focused all his anger. Sleet was now hammering the ground. The wind was blowing violently. As the sleet hampered their vision, the wind hampered their movement. The air was freezing. He considered letting them all die. “Let them freeze to death, or be blown off into the distance!” Perry thought. Fatigued kids dropped to their knees as they groaned. Perry sighed, deciding to let them live. He focused all his positive energy, thus stopping the wind and sleet. He could now see that his peers were suffering. Many kids couldn’t even stand. The ones who could stand up walked slowly as pain shot up through their legs.

“Better to be feared than loved!” Perry thought with a smile.

The Devil’s Sapphire: Part 1

As they say, the devil’s sapphire is possessed. It draws you in with it’s natural color and beauty, and before you know it, you’re its slave. This was something Helen was about to learn. Helen loved jewelry. Especially sapphire. Therefore, when she found the devil’s sapphire while touring a cave, she was thrilled. She fashioned the stone into a necklace and wore it upon her neck wherever she went. Which was a bad idea. The changes were small at first. Her hair gradually grayed. Her skin become slightly paler, and her eyes slightly darker. She moved slower, and dressed less fancily. Then the changes became bigger. Much bigger.

Collection: Moonlight, Oasis, and Dreams

This collection of short stories was inspired by this prompt.

I had been here, a long time ago. I was on a vacation back then. I have a fuzzy memory of some big, grassy field. It had been turned into a crater by a meteor. It baffled many, as no meteorologist foresaw it. Since then, the locals had started a hoax. Everyone claimed that there was some creature living in the crater. Yeah right. It was midnight. A full moon shined as clearly as a crystal. I looked up. I did not see a creature. Instead I saw an army of small, fanged, hungry-looking, alien-like creatures.

I was uncertain, but I kept going. Perhaps there was an oasis. The sun beat down on me like a professional wrestler. I could see a faint blue shaped thing in the distance. I ran, and was shocked to find an oasis. I took a long sip. I had been stranded in the desert for months. I saw a strange shaped object in the sky. It seemed to be descending. I realized it was a helicopter. Several moments later, I was climbing a ladder. It was only one more step, and I’d never see this desert again. I awoke with a jolt. I knew there was something weird with that oasis water.

In my dreams, I envision a place. It’s a very small lake. I swam and swam. But I never reached the shore. Every time I almost reached the shoreline, it shrunk back. I’ve been trapped in this dream for years. It seemed so real. Perhaps I’ve been like sleeping beauty, stuck in an endless sleep. I became tired one day. I couldn’t go on. I began sinking. The last thing before this sleep was jumping in a lake just like the one in the dream. It couldn’t be real, right? Before, I could decide, the world went black.



Climate Control

Perry was special. It was a snowy day in the middle of July. Perry was the reason why. He had a cold. The trees were frosted like cinnamon rolls. Perry sighed. He wished he could play in the snow. The snow fell harder. He wished he wasn’t sick. The snow fell even harder. The temperature dropped. Perry turned the TV on. Seven degrees. Four inches of snow. Perry rolled over and fell asleep. When Perry awakened, the snow was gone. Perry skipped along the sidewalk. There was a smile smeared on Perry’s face. Sunlight beamed through the sky. The weather was lovely. Perry’s foot caught on the sidewalk, and he tripped. The sky darkened. Thunder rung out. That’s when the horror started.



I was nestled between a rock and the ceiling. I hated this cave. I stared off into the darkness. I hated darkness.  I worked my way to the bottom. I was lost. I trudged along. I stomped into a puddle. I hate puddles. I continued on. Eventually I came to a shallow body of water in the cave. I scooted through. Maybe I’d find something cool. I stopped when I heard whispers. I turned around.

“Hello?” I called. I heard more whispers and some giggles. I saw nothing but the darkness that seemed to stretch forever.

Mended Love

Mary and James were sitting on a log on the bank of a creek, surrounded by willow trees.

“I don’t know how I ever doubted you.” Mary giggled. I made some snacks.” Mary smiled.

“That looks delicious!” James exclaimed before shoving some in his mouth. James began to cough and wheeze. His eyes were watering. “Help… me.” James wheezed.

“Oh dear! I forgot about your fatal peanut allergy!” Mary gasped. “I- I”ll find help.” Mary stammered. Mary bolted off. She never returned.

This was not an accident. Mary had a vicious cycle going. She attracted guys with her truckloads of money. But where did she get this money? She inherited this money when her boyfriend “suddenly died.” However Mary had a change of heart when she saw him. She had felt actual love.