Microfiction – Death

With one last breath, the body exhaled, deflating into death, its soul rising or falling with it, depending on a life lived. “A voyage we will all take one day,” said the priest.

Addiction

It’s not your addiction that binds you to a life of hell; you want to do it; say no, and it will stop. There is no other way. No one can do it for you. It has and will always be your choice.

Poem – Misplaced

Misplaced are the days of youth when disgusting porn is only a click away. Eyes that once sparkled have dimmed, replaced with dark dreams of innocents lost.

Haiku – BREAKING

A beautiful day
BREAKING–SUN IS BRIGHT–HIDE NOW
Ruined by drama

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, turn it off

Microfiction – Goodbye

The body released her soul, and I looked up, my one-year-old niece in my arms. We waved goodbye as my father wailed uncontrollably; he would not see his wife again for another five years.

Haiku – Coward

Enemy ahead
I want to be a coward
But heroes must fight

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, a man overcomes his fear

Microfiction – Infernal

She banged her gavel. “Order! Order!”
The noise continued.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Nothing.
“What in the infernal hell is wrong with these people?”
“They’re lost, souls.”
“Did someone just turn the heat up in here? I’m roasting,” she replied.
The Devil smiled.

Microfiction – The Smoky Backroom

BB sat in a smoky backroom laughing, “Oh My God, it was so fucking easy. And the lies were outlandish, but here we are. Those dumb sons-of-bitches fell for it hook, line, and sinker.”

The Eagle Soars

Cunning is thy name and deceit thy game; one land to fall to control them all. A lifelong dream of world domination is close, but your worst nightmare soars overhead.