The Eagle Cried

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair.   The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead. So many grisly pictures Are surging through…

Of Dreams And Nightmares

Originally posted on moonstonemaiden:
Image From Facebook. All Rights Belong To Artist. Inspiration can come in many forms my lovelies and it varies for each writer and each story they set out to tell. It can be a snippet of a poem, a lyric from a song, or the way a color brightens in the morning…

Cold Coffee, Warm Heart.

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
This morning my neighbors and I walked a mile down the road to get coffee. We’re all working at home these days, so anyway, I went to get coffee. I brought Kelly who lives on the left of me, and Shannon who live on the right. I love these women.…

A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Way Too Far Away

Originally posted on EsoterX:
“For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong” – H. L. Mencken Interstellar travel sucks… Douglas Adams once said, “Technology is a word that describes something that doesn’t work yet”, but we place enormous faith in the inevitability of technological progress, sure that our scientists…

Short Story Sunday: True Friends

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
The scratching noise was driving him nuts. “What do you plan on doing with them?” James leaned back in his chair and downed his wine. “I’m not sure,” said Andrew. “I’ve never had an infestation this bad before.” “You should just kill them. I’ll help you.” “They’ve already ruined the…