Stories

These are the poems that i have wrote over time... When i was most depressed or just lonely...

Some or all these poems are sad most likely... So hopefully you like them!!!!

One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy.

Five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.

I am sure many of you, like me, learned this children's nursery rhyme about magpies. According to an old superstition, the number of magpies seen predicts whether you will have good or bad luck. Something I came across subsequently, was the existence of many variations on this rhyme, some more sinister than the children’s version.

One of those is incorporated into this short story about boyhood abuse.

What the fuck are you looking at?

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.

This is a special piece of Halloween flash fiction.

This What are you to do when the world begins to shift right beneath your feet?

Michael accepted the coveted Stewardship of Nothernlands because it was a prestige beyond his dreams, no other altruistic reasons. His job was to make wealth for the Duchy and keep it coming.

What he did not expect was having to put together the shattered lonely heart of a Duke and keep it safe from everything destiny could throw at them.

Can he and his Duke keep the most powerful kingdom in their world from falling apart from the storm of vengeance, deceit and greed that was brewing in the horizon?

Law professor Pascual Di Falco was equally feared and revered by the students at Lucas Valverde's university. But when Lucas became one of the top students in Pascual's class, fear and admiration gave way to something else entirely: maddening, unjust, and wholly inappropriate – the love Lucas felt for his professor would eventually prove to be his downfall.

Come in, fellow readers, and live the unique night that experienced this boy. Warning: tissues might be necessary.

Writing therapy #1

A lone woman wakes up in an unknown environment. She finds herself in some kind of testing facility. She diesn't know why shes there. She can't even remember her identity. Forced into a gauntlet of deathly, twisted science, will she make it out alive? Or will a major discovery change everything?