Fiction

All I hear is dead air
The hiss of past arguments 

Soft summer sounds
Red winged blackbirds singing
Bees buzzing between flowers
Wind whispering secrets

“Attention, all planets of the Solar Federation.” Ace lifted his finger off the transmit button.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sarah asked.

Shadowy figures clustered by scuffed walls / Dampened silhouettes backlit by lurid neon

We two stars met / A tangential meeting in a vast space

As he stood there in the darkness, watching the train, he felt her standing beside him, all too close. Then he felt her right hand slip into his left.

I mentioned a while ago that I was doing some creative writing exercises. I was following the exercises in The Creative Writing Workbook (by Matthew Branton) to explore some writing ideas. I’m dumping a subset of the my writing here for my own reference and perhaps for your enjoyment. Warning – there are a few … Read more