Guilty: A Halloween Short Story

This is a short story that’s currently going up on Wattpad tomorrow and thought I’d share it with you.  It’s one of those stories that has been percolating in my head for years, looking for a way to come out.  When  you end up getting known for romantic fiction, it’s kinda strange to toss out a dark fiction piece and expect your romance readers to shift gears.  But this being my blog for all things story and poetry, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  

The story starts on Page 2.  You can download the ebook here if you prefer reading it on your e-reader.  The ebook version also has two additional short stories. 

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Passionate

they say she’s cold,
too lost in her past
one that’s filled with darkness
one that’s meant to last

forever if she lets it
letting it eat her from the inside
like the fires of passion burning
leaving her no place to hide

and so she writes out the demons
teasing them with flowery words
letting her fiery passions rage
in an eternal purge

via Daily Prompt: Passionate

Recharge

She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.

via Recharge — The Daily Post

Mistake

he’s my biggest mistake,
the best one of all,
and he left me no regrets
for dating to fall
in love with a dream,
for that’s what he is –
just a figment of my imagination
borne from one kiss.

via Mistake — The Daily Post

Muse

He appears in many guises,
filling every corner of my dreams,
his darkness matching the demons
that linger beneath the seams
of the fears I seek to bury
yet no matter how hard I try
he comes without knocking, unbidden
like a swarm of locusts darkening the sky

And after he gets what he wants from me
stripping me of everything I once held dear
it’s a release that’s like no other,
where nothing else dares come near.
And so I leave the door wide open
of this little cage I still cling to,
waiting patiently for him to return,
gracing me with a madness that speaks so true.

via Muse — The Daily Post

Does Autocorrect Know The Word Poverty?

Today you posted a screenshot from a Philippine paper
of a letter written about the rampant theft
that happens when boxes sent home from the US and other places
are opened, sifted through, with valuables chosen and kept

But just when I thought you wanted to show the person’s angry emotions
about how these thieves were just the worst,
it wasn’t what you wanted your friends and followers to see, it turns out,
it was the grammar and improper spelling first

So the word, poverty, became puberty,
I doubt autocorrect would even know the word,
but the ones who work their asses off overseas do,
sending home almost everything they earn, often barely keeping a third

Yet here you are poking fun of the grammar,
picking apart the man’s spelling, too
laughing and missing the whole point of the letter,
you only show the rankness of your soul when you do.

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via Profound — The Daily Post

Apology

I have to tell you I’m sorry
for weighing you down with all my secrets
the ones that kept me stuck underneath the muck
the same ones that seek your allegiance,
keeping you down beneath the surface
where nothing moves, but only the dead,
dreams long snuffed out from ignorance,
replacing with regret where hopes once tread

Would I have known you’d be trapped here with me
underneath this dank prison of my dreams
I’d have warned you to keep on moving,
and cover your ears from my screams
But I was lonely and so I beckoned
and hearing my siren’s call you came,
longing for someone to see and hear you,
seeking my audience for your pain.

via Apology — The Daily Post