Jamie coughed as the dust in the air hit the back of her throat. The old attic hadn’t been touched since her grandmother’s passing 5 years ago. She blinked and saw old boxes stacked haphazardly; pillars of stuff that needed to be sorted. Jamie noticed that the attic still held the scent of cloves, her … Continue reading Sapphire Dust by Liyona
Fiction
Sirens by Liyona
“Times Up” The two words I didn’t want to hear. My breath jagged and I wondered how long I had stood with my hands raised above my head. I glanced down at his shoes. People always showed their personality in their shoes. Dark, black Doc. Martens. A posh type, I concluded. “Hey” the … Continue reading Sirens by Liyona
Throwback Friday – His & Her Words – Man Enough – Eric (EDC Writing)
My senses are overwhelmed, my emotions raw, my agony real, I so need you. I gasp, the pain cuts deep into my heart of having to accept that there is nothing I can say to bring you close to me, to see, to touch, to hold, to kiss. I thought I could find the words … Continue reading Throwback Friday – His & Her Words – Man Enough – Eric (EDC Writing)
Throwback Friday – His & Her Words – How Do You Feel Today – Eric (EDC Writing)
How do you feel today? Your choice made, down to you, to be without me, happy to be young and carefree, moving on to suit your will? Smiling, knowing you’ll always be wanted, needed, in every way, by someone, your choice always, who you’ll let near. Every flaw, every fault of mine, magnified on here, … Continue reading Throwback Friday – His & Her Words – How Do You Feel Today – Eric (EDC Writing)
Throwback Friday – Awakening – Eric (EDC Writing)
The opening narrative scene of 'Their Days - Believing Sight Unseen' first drafted in 2012 has been redrafted many times, and yet, remains much as it was, on its 2020 submission for publication - this is it: MAY Awakening Sunday, early May in southern England Sam sits, eyes shaded, hands clasped behind his head. Sweat … Continue reading Throwback Friday – Awakening – Eric (EDC Writing)
Throwback Friday – Not Forgot – Eric (EDC Writing)
Flash fiction from 2017; from a memory much further back than then: He stands a foot from the wall, illuminated by strobe lit blobs and spheres, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cold beer. 10 pm he’d guess, summer darkness outside lures moths to flight, rhythm finds his feet, yet too soon … Continue reading Throwback Friday – Not Forgot – Eric (EDC Writing)
Throwback Friday – ‘Greenland’ – Eric (EDC Writing)
This post a lengthy piece of narrative text written as part of 'Sam & Erin's Story' back in September 2017 - this its first exposure at the Go Dog Go Cafe... ..... With hail ricocheting off the wing, backsides bouncing on their seats, her hand gripping his, painted nails digging in, not daring to breathe, … Continue reading Throwback Friday – ‘Greenland’ – Eric (EDC Writing)
WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice
Something to think about: “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.” John Gould to Stephen King, quoted from On Writing One more quote from Stephen King: “In the Spring of my senior year at Lisbon … Continue reading WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice
THROWBACK FRIDAY: “Superdaddy II: It Is Time, Part One” The One Where a Dad Tells a Story to His Kids Via Email While on Deployment, not-poetry by Stephen Fuller in Anticipation of the Writers Workshop Tomorrow
This was the first part of the Superdaddy II story written for my kids when I was on a deployment down to the Caribbean and Pacific Oceans supporting an operation to interdict drugs and smugglers leaving Colombia bound for the United States. Our part of the mission was successful; we seized over a half billion … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: “Superdaddy II: It Is Time, Part One” The One Where a Dad Tells a Story to His Kids Via Email While on Deployment, not-poetry by Stephen Fuller in Anticipation of the Writers Workshop Tomorrow
Haibun: Monstress
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. His voice is raspy and weak as he pulls me in close. “My darling girl. My beautiful, darling girl. Why?” Rebellious tears roll down my cheeks. I want to be strong and stoic but I’m not. The wooden stake protruding from his … Continue reading Haibun: Monstress
Go Dog Go Café 