nonfiction fantasy

there’s a point where the fiction and nonfiction begin to blur cross over  into something  unreal real stories and words  that you can’t make you they make up a devisive narrative  confusing twisting contorting facts looking in the mirror doesn’t seem like such a farse now reflection is that what it is? the confusion is…

dense night

Sometimes, darkness covered the land and sky with a density so thick, you could almost touch it. There was nothing to be agraid of, but when everything was very still. So quiet, not a word, it was hard not to feel as though something lurked and loomed from the outer edges of the deepness. Staring…

the sea of flowers that covered the land

One day as she was walking, bright vibrant spots of color captured her attention. Looking around it was as though she was in a sea filled with bits of a broken rainbow. She realized they were hundreds of flower petals of all shapes and sizes. Each with their delicate silky edges drifting past her feet…

all at once

She lied back onto a great grey speckled boulder arching her back against it closing her eyes to the sun. Its surface was warm, smooth and comforting, grounding her back into the present. Being against this great rock, it was as if she could hear inside the rock to its soul. Like a vibrating whisper,…

bed under starry skies

She had a dream of being in a house.  She had a dream of being surrounded by loving, welcoming, smiling people. These were not the same dreams. She felt safe again. She wasn’t sure if she should, but in the dream, she realized both in the house and at the place with many people, that…

the seer

The man had been in the village for quite a while. For him, days felt like years in the village. Our in the forest, years felt like days.  He had seen many things that gave him hope at finding the answers he seeked. There was the old man with book with mysterious origins. There were…

down in the canyon below

Starlight into a rocky canyon. The girl was watching something. Watching as something moved down below. Every so often if you focused, you could see a flicker of movement from down below, down by the thickly rooted trees. These ones that had canopies like great expansive clouds, enveloping the base of this deep cut into…

how the forest breathed

Felt good to be back in the forest, watching the trees breathe. Watching wind make the edges of leaves flutter. Watching the sky. Clouds passing overhead. Fuzzy and thin. Thick and looking like you could reach out and touch your hand. Run it against smoothness. Like a wave of your hand would make rain form…

Feather

The man was tired of the village. He found the company of others disappointing. The village itself was noisy and filled with awful smells. He had been there for 18 days. He felt that it was now wearing on him.  He looked out to the hundreds of trees sprinkled over rolling hills. Dense and thickly…

quiet thunder by the water

The crack of thunder. Low rumbling. Purple grey skies, and it was raining. Not the kind that hurt or splashed into your eyes, but a steady thin stream from everywhere as if to be cleansed. The girl walking through the forest cast her face to the sky. Listening to the quiet thunder. Distant rumbling. The…