Mommy is a Faery, Daddy!“Daddy! Daddy! I saw Mommy!”Michael froze, his blood chilled in his veins and his heart stopped; feigning whatever composure he could, he turned to his son and smiled shakily, “What do you mean, son? Where did you see her?”“In the garden, Daddy! She was sitting on a flower! She watched me play!” His son smiled, proud of his little ‘discovery’. “She was pretty just like Mommy! There was a pretty diamond between her eyes, it was glittery! She had wings like a butterfly! Mommy looked like a faery!!” The kid’s face faltered a bit, his little brow furrowed in mindful thought. “But, Daddy, she looked hungry. Her cheeks were like this…” He sucked in his cheek, theatrically. Making them look sunken in. “and you could see all her ribs like the sad puppies on TV! I think she needs something to eat, Daddy. Can I bring her some food when I go out to play tomorrow? Please, Daddy, please??”“Of-co
Curfew Series TeaserCurfewBook One: The Martyr “Supper!” Mother’s voice rang through the house, louder than any dinner bell could have. Above the music whispering through my headphones I heard the thunder of footsteps on the stairs. Reluctantly, I wrenched myself from the safety of my bedroom and back into reality. “Jason!” Her voice shrilled, meeting me on the top step. “Dinner! Now!” “Coming…” I whispered back, I could have screamed and not been heard over the childish squeals and overabundant laughter. The dining room was a flurry of
Hello, DarlingYou should know, I've been meaning to tell you for so long. Maybe too long....I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for a lot if things.I'm sorry I let you go, but really, I thought it was best for you. I sent you to be with those people....your 'family'. It hurts so much for you to call them that...so much.I've been watching you for your whole life. I watch you from behind mirrors, through little holes in walls, from behind trees in the dark. I watched you get tucked into bed by your 'parents', watched you go to school, laugh and play, I watched you grow up. You became such an amazing person, my child. Yes, you are my child; MY child.You don't belong to them, but, I think you know that. Somewhere....deep down, you know you don't belong there, with them. You belong HERE, with me; on the other side of the glass, on the other side of the wall, in the dark. Its not very nice here; its cold, dark and dripping; the floors are stained red. Its never quiet here, everyone is so loud.Oh, yes!
Old PoemsMirrorWhen I look in the mirror,It is not me who looks back.It is merely a face,That could be on anyone.With the name Samantha,Which anyone could be named.Speaking with a voice,Anyone could speak.What makes me me,If it's not me in the mirror?RatedWe are both the same.We're both human.Not many differences.But then,What makes you 'better'?What makes you able to be cruel,To us?To push us around,Call us hurtful things,Step on us,Kick us when we're down.What did we do;To be treated like this?What makes you so mighty?What makes you rated so high?Keeping a SecretStay away.Far away!Or you will get hurt….You should know better than this,Little girl.You've known me,Seen me truly,Why do you still come?If you know what I really am…..Don't I frighten you?Don't you feel fear?How is it,You still smile?And laugh with me?I remember when you saw me,As my truest self.You merely grinned,Put a finger to your lips,And whispered:"Our little secret.