Damned Words 22

The Forever Burden Lee A. Forman Only at night could the tower be seen—a spectral fortress alive in darkness. Under the sun the site was an open field, but when the moon rose from its resting place, the stone went up as far as any lantern could illuminate. It seemed to touch the stars. They…

Crone

That crazy bitch said seven. Seven of them, but she didn’t say which seven. She didn’t say where they were or how to find them! Fuck! Why did everything have to be so damn cryptic? He hated all the mysticism and bullshit. Peter recalled that conversation, the last normal conversation he’d had. “Seven Devils, boy.…

Sweet Ophelia

Daddy, Daddy! Look! It’s snowing. Can we go out and play?” Ophelia giggled and pressed her face close to the windowpane, staring at the flakes descending from the sky. She traced her chubby finger along the frost touched glass, waiting for an answer. It never came. Her silent father only sat in his high-backed chair…

Waves

Trapped within this bubble, I feel nothing of the arid landscape that surrounds me. I sit in subjugation, offered scraps to feed upon; amuse-bouche for the soul, or so I imagine. Apportioned morsels to sustain me, but never more than your callous ego will allow. Yes, I have licked the plate and the tang has…