Writing free verse, micro-fiction, & random thoughts while I finish my Christian Fantasy Book.
Ted sat melted on the chair, clicking monotonously on a thousand channels—trying to find something. His dark eyes searched for anything that would catch his attention. But deep down, he knew the answers were not on television.
Helen collapsed on the brown leather chair. She stared at the spotless grey carpet. The lighting from the natural light coming in from the large windows bothered her eyes, so she kept her sunglasses on. Her life coach, Gregory, a guy in his mid-forties, hazel eyes, leaned on his desk while waiting for Helen to … Continue reading It’s Okay to Cry: A Short Story
One day… She stopped caring. Not because she had moved on, Oh, no, no. She dwells in her darkness and dances there on daily basis. It’s winter cold all year long. No one can possibly hold her hand because the tumultuous affliction in her heart will jolt you away. She dances in the rain hoping … Continue reading She Danced In the Rain
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