Please visit the Writers Collection site at: http://thewriterscollection.com/ I lost sight of you by the lake, where we used to walk, hand in hand, our mind in unison with the world and our hearts singing the same melody of the love we felt for each other then. I lost sight of you when you…
Hello folks! As part of the Writers Collection http://www.thewriterscollection.com/, I present to you my take on Henry VIII. Enjoy! ******* She looked at me stupefied. She didn’t expect me to say I had no idea what she was talking about. “How is it possible you don’t know Henry VIII! Haven’t you paid attention in school?”…
Lost in a million year old fog, I climbed up the mountain, trying to catch sight of my prey. I believe it lingered by a crevasse after one of my arrows penetrated one of its front legs, but I stood too far to have a good aim at its heart. The white fur blended with the snow. I had…
Black patent leather, 4 1/2 inch stiletto heels. It seems impossible for her walk, yet she strides along as if she was bare foot. Her long black dress gives a peek of her legs, the fabric softly brushing against her skin as she takes up the stairs. The slit on the side of her left…
She stared at the powder for a long time, hesitantly playing with the straw that lied on the table before her. She had never done hard drugs before. She heard so many stories of kids snorting too much of it and overdosing in bathrooms of clubs. She wasn’t sure whether she should start a habit…
She stood by herself, her only source of light coming from her Ipod that dimly flashed in the darkness. She had no way of figuring out where she was, and whether an exit was near. It seemed like days had passed. She felt cold, so cold. Her clothes would never dry in here. Out of exhaustion,…
I felt a void in my head, as if some surgeon had opened my skull and scooped half of my brains with a teaspoon. It didn’t really hurt. I experienced quite a comfortable feeling, a sort of light numbness similar to the beginning stages of drunkenness. I recognized in a blur the silhouette of a…
My fingertips impatiently tapped on the top of my desk. I couldn’t bear it any longer, yet I had to remain patient. I was supposed to receive the package three hours ago. What was wrong with these people? I thought we had an agreement. The brand new gun I bought earlier was lying flat at…
The Manicheans 