Filled With Glee

I do remember when it use to be Something special between you and me But over time we forgot how to clearly see The beauty held in our hands that’s wild and free To come and go and do exactly as we very well please Cause it is our universe now, and we hold all

All Great Fortune’s

It’s been a long-standing tradition that every time you read a fortune out loud that you append “In Bed,” to make it more… shall we say, entertaining. However, while entertaining potential clients it hardly seemed appropriate to honor aforementioned tradition, yet I couldn’t help but adding it in my mind. Apparently, this tradition is shared

Our Beautiful World

  My sight is filled with the wondrous colors of the world. Luscious greenery surrounds and produces oxygen to breathe, which fills our lungs with the precious life. Various shades of brown offering rich, nutrient soil that allows the seeds sowed to take root and grow bounties to strengthen life. Ominous grey clouds that hang

Freefly (Wordle #48)

Looking out the side window, every crack and crevice of the earth looked intimidating as they continued their ascent. This was ridiculous Tommy thought; as he masticated his decision and sought to justify his actions to keep from combusting, or even worse, backing out. After all, they agreed to jump together before taking the final

About Kelly Lewis

Yay! I  condensed my bio by 90% and now have a fifty word bio on my About Kelly Lewis page, not counting the footnote.

Symptomatic

Bursting with color an assortment of feelings displayed around every corner in the oddest nooks. Reminiscent of strolling along the boardwalk and ducking into the candy shop for banana salt-water taffy stretched to perfection and twisted with cheery jubilee. Lush key lime pie nestled in a buttery graham cracker crust. Picnic basket and blanket taken

Hodgepodge

Reckless pride prevaricated by his flapping jaws was struck with a blinding force knocking his body to the ground where he laid in a stupor as the rain drizzled around him like a fixture and the droplets pelted an astral chord. As usual, I bent the rules to my liking,  and had a little fun

Parched

Depleted, Nixie collapsed in the middle of the road while taking an evening stroll. She enjoyed the California heat, sunshine, and palm trees that swayed, but living in the desert took its toll leaving the land and water sprite dehydrated. Forcing the gods to pour down and revive them both. *A fifty-word story for this

Time Out

Attempting to get a grip He strikes another match Watches the flame flicker As it burns his fingertips Pondering his possession Before igniting his cigarette Hanging freely from his lip She’s chained in the basement Her muffled cries are heard While he savors a burning sip Of whiskey as her blood drips ~This is a

Why I Write

Severed seams and deep bleeding Trickling from my very being Thoughts that seep out from my head That are surely best left unsaid Screaming out loud every night Putting up a damn good fight Beseeching a chance to be read Before forever left for dead Blood splatters of ink are dropped Persistently marking a spot

Magickal Enlightened Mutation ~ #OctPoWriMo 7 of 31

Magickal Mother moon illuminates Beauty seen in every phase Let’s praise and communicate Enlightened Basking in the evening glow Deep in the woodlands we’ll roam In our home, no need for show  Mutation Hereditary brilliance Superb strength and survival Feared rival of resilience

You will live forever…

I feel a pulse again, so my writing will continue to live! See y’all soon.

Rituals

A steady stream of youngsters, witches, and high priestess entered the forest wearing lightweight cloaks.  Upon entering the clearing, everyone removed their hoods to greet one another.  Everywhere you looked, women and young girls alike wore their hair plaited in elaborate braids or were adorned with flowered headdresses and gemstones. It was a beautiful sight.  The coven gathered

Snatched: Breaking Through the Surface

The sedatives coursing through Jane’s veins ran thin as she began to crawl toward the surface. Little by little she banged her head against the glaciers holding her deep under. Trapped in the frigid waters she fought frantically to reach the surface, feeling as if she was splitting her head wide open, right down the

Nirvana

Staring out into the emptiness of the night, all you see is the darkness that is mirrored in your heart. Yet, against the odds, you find the strength to hold onto the distant rhythm that beats for hope and keeps you moving.  The very beats that aid you against the demons that hide in wait, to

Terrific Community

T is for… Terrific Community I never shut down fully; my mind is constantly on the go, so sitting down to write fiction or a rhyme provides a much-needed escape from reality. Having said that I’d like to take this opportunity to thank the blogging community for embracing my words and me since day one.

Motivation: Armed and Ready

M is for… Motivation I read “My ‘I Need an Editor’ Rant,” earlier by a blogger that I admire and if you haven’t encountered his page yet you best head on over to visit Mr. Hemmingplay for words of wisdom, laughs, poetry, and great story bits. Any hoot, his post motivated me to put my lazy ass

“Freethinkers a…

“Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking…” I could read and quote Tolstoy all day, but this is all for now

“Rummaging in o…

“Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.” —Leo Tolstoy

Justice and Mating Collides

 Synopsis Detective Dustin Reynolds is heading up an investigation of recent hate crimes committed against women who have been assaulted, raped, and even murdered in his precinct.  The frightened townspeople are depending on him to catch the criminal to restore safety and peace in their community. He is guarding a secret from the human society,

The Hunger

A short poem and personal experience/writing lesson at the end. The hunger grows As you watch the tides Ebb and flow Fallen face down Lost on an empty beach Water washes over you Cleansing away the pain Lulling the void within Coating you in numbness For an eternity of starvation During my monthly writers group

Fidelity

I hear in my mind all these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music And it breaks my heart —Jasmine Thompson

Turning Page

Your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase. —Ryan O’Neal, Sleeping At Last

Take Five

Unproductive afternoon Can’t find my muse or groove How about five Haiku’s *** A lazy Wednesday Free time to fiddle about Nothing hampering me *** Don’t hold back, let go Laugh loudly, infect others Hold on to your youth *** Slip into the black Watch silently while you plan A method of attack *** Follow

Dustin’s Weapons

Secured in a leather shoulder holster on the right is a Glock model 20, holding 13 rounds of ten mm, in a magnum cartridge that is more suitable for hunting than protection.  A Glock model 29 can be found tucked in either the small of his back or in the front at the waist for