The sweet smell of her hair fills his nose as he lays in bed at night. He breathes it in deep, savoring every molecule of it. It is the scent of peace and contentment. It lulls him deep into sleep, where for a few hours, he stops existing. The soft touch of her hand, fingers … Continue reading The Memory of Her Scent
Tag: Prose
Homesick
It’s a weird thing, I guess, but I tend to get homesick for this place I’ve never been. There are a lot of places I’ve never been, of course. I mean, there are a lot of places most people have never been, but I feel particularly exceptional in that area. I’ve never really left my … Continue reading Homesick
Bay Window
She waits for him every day. Starting at 5:00 pm, she stands in the bay window, waiting for Daddy to come home from work. Sometimes he’s home at 5:05. Sometimes he’s home at 5:30, or even later. It doesn’t matter to her. She still waits there, ready to run to the door and greet him … Continue reading Bay Window
Obsession
For as long as he could remember, dating back to earlier elementary school, Chance had a problem with obsession. He had, for a time, called it addiction, but although that term provided a fairly accurate sense of the behaviors that his issues entailed, he didn’t like the drug-use connotations associated with it. It had begun … Continue reading Obsession
A Dream I Had
How often do you remember your dreams? What form do those dreams take? I personally go through phases of dream recall. Sometimes, for months on end, I won’t remember a single dream that I’ve had. A vague sort of knowledge of the way the mind works tells me that I’m having dreams, but I’m just … Continue reading A Dream I Had
The Right Words
I apologize for the fact that this does not continue Shadows, but I wanted to let this idea free from my mind before it escaped me. For a time, Ytha felt only the joyful bliss of love. Den looked at her with his eyes full of something she had never expected to experience, but it was what … Continue reading The Right Words
Everything Around Him
There are days when he awakens where everything around him is a blank grey-white, where it seems he is lost in some vast infinite space full of nothing but emptiness. On those days he has to fight to get moving, for it always seems, before he starts, that there is nothing to move toward: that … Continue reading Everything Around Him
Favorite Days
My favorite days are not those which are filled with golden light, where the sun streams unhindered down from above through the lens of a sky the blue of a baby’s eye; where the grass seems to glow a vibrant green, and a faint breeze carries the scent of summer flowers in full bloom, and … Continue reading Favorite Days
Corpse
There is a corpse in my yard, splayed across the grass. In a way, it is beautiful, the way its limbs twist around one another, twined together in death in a way they never touched in life. In death I can see its bright insides, shining out like a beacon calling for aid, for respite … Continue reading Corpse
Lightness
Corran’s smile still glowed on his face as he left the lounge, still bright from the light and warmth that the presence of the others had so quickly come to mean to him. As he shut the door, Tynus made a joke that he didn’t quite hear, but the rest of them laughed. They were … Continue reading Lightness
Daydreams 