Why Do Writers Write?

Originally posted on Alien Scribe:
Why do writers write? Here’s an interesting answer by Charles Bukowski. While I don’t agree with every line I do identify with most of the piece and keep the poem displayed on my refrigerator at home. He’s been called “the human embodiment of a raised middle finger.” Bukowski wore his…

Love Forged By Masters

Originally posted on Ward Clever:
Stoke the fires Strike the heart while it’s hot Forge fleeting fantasies Melt away the misery Smoke trails linger Like caresses from your fingertips Awaken my soul Searching while the fire is lit Temper slowly The heat that bends Strengthening our love Sharpening pleasures Plunge into cooling waters Passion sizzles…

The Witch Hunt

Originally posted on Colombage's Corner:
The hunt has begun They are chasing me judgmental looks on their faces disgust filling their minds convinced that I should be persecuted just because I have listened to my heart They want to imprison me planning to mold me into one of them wanting to erase my memories…

Witches Brew

Originally posted on Fictionspawn Monsters:
Hello! An elderly woman was standing by the side of the road. Good afternoon, Marcy said. Could you please help me? My old knees hurt so much. I need to get home, on top of that hill. The old lady pointed with a crooked finger. Marcy looked down the road.…

My Tomb at Night

Originally posted on Forged From Reverie:
When we sleep we are not dead, nor are we truly alive. And I despise it. To close my eyes each night and lose myself to the world as it continues on, going about its business without me, is a loss I cannot abide. Yet I have no choice.…

Witchcraft

Originally posted on Fictionspawn Monsters:
She was out in the forest looking for plants and mushrooms when Jim came along. He was tall, strong and handsome, funny and friendly. Hello! He said cheerfully. Hello! She answered. She was happy to see him. She always was. She was the most beautiful girl in the village. Jim…