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The space between dawn and dusk where inspiration breathes.

Painted Smile

Beware the beauty of her painted smile She may be lovely But beneath the sweet words Are certain subtlteys The taste of iron on her tongue The animal sheen in her eyes The teeth just a touch too sharp Beware the beauty of her painted smile Else you come to see first had How the …

The Day I Was Lost To the Woods … A Short Story

I’d walked the trail many times before.  It was straight, paved, and let out at a small park.  Once at the park I would stop for a drink at the water fountain, then make my way back the way I had come from.  It was a short walk down the trail.  Not even five minutes. …

Whistling

I hear a whistling in the woods. The joyful sound echoing through the trees It plays with the leaves The sound stops me My feet frozen Throat dropping into my stomach The forest makes no other sound The animals The bugs The birds All silent The echo of the whistle reverberates in my mind It …