2Dream Threads Dreams are threads tied to the very soul, and they're fragile - with each little movement they break and fall and become nightmares, until only a shell remains. Sheila collects the broken threads and remakes and gives to new souls to revive those lost dreams - but it is not an angel's gift and those who receive it must find away to escape the worse nightmares that await.
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, Fantasy & Hurt/Comfort, words: 966, 10/31/2014
1Thoracotomy The chest is quite an artful goaler, yet clumsy shield.
Poetry: Life, T, English, words: 118, 10/29/2014
2 Looking for the Words [stream of consciousness] It's like waiting at the bus-stop for a bus that's always late, watching the world move on. But what I'm watching for is the time when my love for death will either break or make my future.
Fiction: Young Adult, T, English, words: 951, 8/22/2014
13The Doll that Drowned » When the body and the soul were separate, which was the one with the experiences we make our memories? It's a question I should be able to answer now - I have all the experience I should need - but I still...can't.
Fiction: General, T, English, Supernatural & Spiritual, chapters: 2, words: 2k+, favs: 1, follows: 1, updated: 4/17/2014 published: 11/22/2013
28From a Seed to the Fruit » A little exercise in contemplation.
Fiction: General, T, English, chapters: 4, words: 1k+, updated: 4/17/2014 published: 2/6/2013
7Bedlore [oneshot collection] Let me tell you some stories. Stories of a tree in which money grows, of princesses and kings and blind seeing men and dancing trees, of questions that have no answer, of faithful carrier pigeons who can find it in them to help men, of a marriage between the living and the dead, and of the little monster we all keep under our beds.
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, words: 382, 2/1/2014
4 On the Windowpanes There was an old legend that told of the ghosts of their dead: their cold hands and face, bereft of the warmth of life. And there was a woman who tried to restore them, by making mittens and scarves for the dead.
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, Fantasy & Spiritual, words: 1k+, favs: 1, 1/7/2014
7The Swinging Mirror It had drawn her in, even if it was a rejected piece. But while it seemed imperfection was the reason it had been dumped in a charity store instead of on sale in an art boutique, sometimes it was another story hidden, and attachment the reason it still lived.
Fiction: General, T, English, Fantasy & Friendship, words: 1k+, follows: 1, 12/14/2013
10The Witch Called Desire [Story collection] She is a witch, they say, and she is called Desire.
Fiction: Fantasy, T, English, Fantasy & Spiritual, words: 508, follows: 1, 12/12/2013
5 friends you don't forget You don't think this "invisible" friend is going to just fade away into non-existence, do you?
Fiction: General, T, English, words: 912, favs: 1, 12/6/2013
13The Coffee Table » It's an interesting place...when you look closely enough.
Poetry: General, K+, English, chapters: 2, words: 102, favs: 1, updated: 11/26/2013 published: 11/19/2013
2Diary The journey to self-exploration is so much easier when you look at other people instead of yourself, and I'm not about to just spill my heart in a nice pretty book for the world to read. If that's what you wanted, you're in the wrong place. Or the right; maybe this will teach you something about yourself you never knew.
Poetry: General, T, English, Spiritual, words: 198, favs: 1, 11/21/2013
9 One-Thousand Days She gave him a paper crane a day on that hill.
Fiction: Kids, T, English, words: 1k+, favs: 3, 10/19/2013
1 Gut Feeling Sometimes, that's the only reason you can give.
Poetry: Life, K+, English, Poetry, words: 62, 9/5/2013
1 Relax It was only when you relaxed that you fell apart.
Poetry: Haiku, T, English, Tragedy, words: 101, 8/30/2013
3 My Wild Rose Bush I should stop right here, but that's only a little guilty part of me talking.
Poetry: Life, T, English, words: 222, 8/2/2013
1 Tick, Tock, the Grandfather Clock Time will always pass on.
Poetry: Life, T, English, words: 215, 6/16/2013
2 The Observer You have to wonder how much one little eyeball can really see.
Poetry: Nature, T, English, words: 66, favs: 1, 6/16/2013
1 The Eye of the Beast Life is too fleeting to stop and look at the jaws of death.
Poetry: Life, T, English, words: 82, 6/16/2013
1 Sunset A painting of a fleeting scene.
Poetry: Nature, K+, English, words: 80, favs: 1, follows: 1, 6/16/2013