The Curtain Begins To Part, The Shows About To Start – Short Story

The lights twist and turn in the darkness, creating shadows that seem alive with movement. His mind frantically creates dark doubts and fears that implode with a plethora of images that burn their way into his brain. An explosion ripped through the electrified air and he feels the madness washing over him as familiar faces…

A Map Carved Across My Face – Wrapped In Words

Sinful eyes stare northward judging me and my path, twisting what I set behind me in my past, misconstruing my monopoly of best intentions into a sea of angry moments lost in the inner monologue of a broken child, a paradox of unquestionable answers that are given in rhythmic fashion like a muted dog wearing…

Paint Me A Picture Of A World Gone Away – Short Story

He stands in the empty corridor bathing in the light, then as quickly as it birthed itself into existence the light is gone and he stands looking down an all too familiar hallway. Slowly he allows his gaze to drift along the rows of widows facing out from the rooms that shoot off the hallway,…

Taste The Ink From Thy Well – Wrapped In Words

Let me be your broken book, and I’ll let you taste my words, I’ll let you feel a pain, that transcends anything you’ve ever felt, for in pain there is more to learn than in any other feeling, so spread my pages and soak me in, I promise it will hurt until the end…

Do Not Perceive My Glass To Be Empty – Wrapped In Words

My death was where it all began, the volatile downward decline that sealed my bitter fate, my self inflicted suffrage, preordained by those who chose to be the dictators of my existence, the wardens of my prison cell, for once I soared free in the open air like a bird of prey, but in the end I…

The Bitter Manipulation Of The Juxtaposition – Wrapped In Words

Regurgitate what festers inside me, let it escape outward and over across the floor before me, give me breath, give me separation from this suffocation, these hands around my throat, life’s twisted rules, its immature games, its petty ploys, its manpulation of the juxtaposition, oh life, you bitter beast, forgive me for my sins, forgive…

Burn The Wave Length – Short Story

He sits staring at the computer screen half a daze by the deep low-level vibration that hums its way through his semi aware frame. A high-pitched squeal perpetuates his ear drums like colorful explosions given life by his subdued mind. He grabs the small hand-held walkie-talkie from the desk beside him and takes a deep…

A Gift Of A Sin Untold – Wrapped In Words

Within the bitterness of the end I saw what true sight really was, it was a feeling that began in the very bowels of thy own self, which rapidly grew into a towering inferno of madness, a madness so overwhelming that the very stars seemed to fade from the night sky, when in reality it…

Your Reflection In My Mirror – Wrapped In Words

Mirrors within mirrors, images lost in eternal reflection, whispers turned into words, words used as payment, parts played in vain, vanity a lost cause, withered husks buried in plain sight, we are the children of a dream gone bad, not tomorrow’s sons, but yesterday’s failures, withered husks buried in plain sight, we are the children…