WIP By Any Other Name by velvetfingertips, literature
Literature
WIP By Any Other Name
Scem Walson was built like a rock. Literally, as his skin appeared to be stone. His rough hewn body was short but broad, with heavy arms and wide shoulders. He had a mouth that was a ravine cut in the side of a mountain, paired with a boulder nose and two pebble eyes. If he was still enough, Scem could blend into any natural environment. He spent most his days in the local tavern, stony ears tuned to listen to everything in the room. That’s how Scem learned about the troll.
This particular evening, there hadn’t been much gossip exchanged. Scem was about to call it a night and head home when a stranger stumbled through the door.
i.
trees sing of ignorance in beauty,
telling stories within their aging rings
the deaf world will never listen to.
ii.
a certain fragility resides within
existence, like a caged panther
curled in confinement, yearning
for what she has never known.
iii.
your gossamer lashes brush
against my skin while your
apocryphal lips murmur
sweet nothings in my ear.
iv.
WIP Waiting to Exhale by velvetfingertips, literature
Literature
WIP Waiting to Exhale
With Time came the Messenger. And with the Messenger came bereavement. Bereavement transcended the living and seeped deep into the world of death and dreams.
'You are the Messenger,' Time spoke, his mouth curving into wiry amusement that cut Death deeper than his nails, which left small crescents in his palms.
And Time gave Death a soft pat on the head and patted him into dream world. With each labored step Death dragged his burden behind him, with the faint tsk-tsking of Time following him.
The ground felt like wet sand under his feet, shifting and sliding and sucking at them, trying to pull him down into despair. The air was thick and da
WIP Calculated Vertigo by velvetfingertips, literature
Literature
WIP Calculated Vertigo
It was the first time I tried to escape our body. Clutching the steering-wheel in both hands, I pushed the pedal all the way to the floor. With the headlights off, the darkness outside hid my flight. The car sped down the road toward open desert. I could feel her in my head, pounding against the barrier I trapped her behind.
Kate, don't do this! she screamed, her panic growing the further away we got from familiar territory.
Laughing, I shook my head. "Lisa, don't you see? I have to. I can't do this anymore."
In my minds eye, I imagined her lip trembling, tears spilling from her eyes. She must have sensed my resolution though, because the
WIP By Any Other Name by velvetfingertips, literature
Literature
WIP By Any Other Name
Scem Walson was built like a rock. Literally, as his skin appeared to be stone. His rough hewn body was short but broad, with heavy arms and wide shoulders. He had a mouth that was a ravine cut in the side of a mountain, paired with a boulder nose and two pebble eyes. If he was still enough, Scem could blend into any natural environment. He spent most his days in the local tavern, stony ears tuned to listen to everything in the room. That’s how Scem learned about the troll.
This particular evening, there hadn’t been much gossip exchanged. Scem was about to call it a night and head home when a stranger stumbled through the door.
i.
trees sing of ignorance in beauty,
telling stories within their aging rings
the deaf world will never listen to.
ii.
a certain fragility resides within
existence, like a caged panther
curled in confinement, yearning
for what she has never known.
iii.
your gossamer lashes brush
against my skin while your
apocryphal lips murmur
sweet nothings in my ear.
iv.
WIP Waiting to Exhale by velvetfingertips, literature
Literature
WIP Waiting to Exhale
With Time came the Messenger. And with the Messenger came bereavement. Bereavement transcended the living and seeped deep into the world of death and dreams.
'You are the Messenger,' Time spoke, his mouth curving into wiry amusement that cut Death deeper than his nails, which left small crescents in his palms.
And Time gave Death a soft pat on the head and patted him into dream world. With each labored step Death dragged his burden behind him, with the faint tsk-tsking of Time following him.
The ground felt like wet sand under his feet, shifting and sliding and sucking at them, trying to pull him down into despair. The air was thick and da
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