Tag Archive: murder

Five Haiku Poems – A Raging Epiphany

Painting by James Christensen (His art was introduced to me through Inese’s lovely blog).  !!! Click HERE to visit and follow Inese !!! An epiphany raged through her, and she promised never would… Continue reading

Your Belt

  You approach me with your belt and a glint in your eye. You think you’re scary, but I try not to smile. *Photographs from freeimages.com

Gush Red

  The beauty in this world is heart stirring – yet when shadows attack, the colors bleed, and rivers once clear now gush red with grief. I grasp my darkness with both hands… Continue reading

Serrated Smile

Photograph by FlyTrapMan   She felt the knife pierce her chest.       The agony of her ripping flesh tore an anguished scream from inside Why? She shrieked. Why? The knife said nothing – merely… Continue reading

The Willful Wasp

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–   He circled around her, observing her nature – breathing in her perfume. He caressed her petals, complimented her soft sepals – yet she remained unmoved. Go away, she whispered.… Continue reading

In My Garden

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–   I thought about you today when the ground was cold and the snow kept falling. I remember kissing you and thinking how could lips that feel so good, tell… Continue reading

50 Word Story – The Wish

Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com) She closed her eyes and made a wish. Watching the fluff from the dandelion float away with the breeze. She raced back inside the house, hoping her… Continue reading

50 Word Story – Like Strawberries

Charles’ eyes drooped; poison consuming him. He’d soon be with Annabelle whom he’d strangled in the house. He saw a dark form, beyond the trees, approaching. “Anna?” The demon took his soul; no… Continue reading

50 Word Story – Jerome

She had a long day at work and couldn’t wait to go home and just look into Jerome’s eyes. She smiled, entering the apartment. “Honey, I’m home!” She walked over to a cupboard… Continue reading

50 Word Story – Dark Passenger

You need to lie. “The last time I saw Barney was on Wednesday.” “Are you sure?” Detective Higgins frowned. I nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry.” Driving home, he barked at me, Go get a… Continue reading