I Wonder

Where did this all come from you ask. Why do you feel this way you ponder. Well I am about to breakit down for you. Before I do though, think, feel. What does this poem say to you? Are these words relatable? I feel like the blacksheep in my family. Honestly, I don’t get it.

Guess who’s back, back again.

I don’t think i posted here for 2 years. I was going through some things, well my brain was. I had no motivation, and well… to be honest, it’s hard to understand why. I have had my fair share of shitty deals. In a way, I was recently shuffling that deck for myself. Things have

RED – CHAPTER 11

“Bones, what have you done,” said a woman, his mother, with a face full of scorn. “Why have you put this target on our backs.” Bones did not speak up. How could she understand. His mom started to snarl, her lip curling upwards. She began to growl. “I DO NOT LIKE THIS SILENCE!” she barked.

Quick Look Back Into November So Far

It’s getting pretty cold here now. Snow blankets the ground, and it’s -8°C right now (17.6°F). Welcome to winter in Canada, Eh’. It could be worse though. I prefer no double digits below freezing. It can fall to -20°C (-4°F), and sometimes, not so often, even colder. Here I am cozy on the couch with

The Covid Killer – Part III

The attractive local news anchor stood in front of a burned building. “We do not know what happened, but we do believe arson is at fault. Skeletal remains have been found. Forensics are searching for a dental record as we speak. We have assumptions that the man living at 212 Cheerylane, is the deceased. He

RED – CHAPTER 10

The Cathedral room grew silent. Shock, fear. The residents of Drastaire began to panic. It took force to cast a hush over the villagers. Klin grabbed onto one man, and pinned him to the ground. Geon grabbed a woman, by twisting her arm behind her head. He told her if she moved, that her arm

The Covid Killer – Part II

Miles watched from his kitchen window. Red and blue lights flashed. Paramedics lifted the battered corpse onto a gurney. The head had been blown clean off, only random pieces of it remained. Miles took a long sip of black coffee as he kept his full attention on the body outside. He chuckled to himself. He

RED – CHAPTER 9

The knocking became persistent. “Yayha, Redalynne. It’s urgent please. It’s about Drav.” Red peeked out her window. Dravs mom stood pink eyed behind Elder Baiza, and one of the male elders, Tan. She clutched onto her husbands hand. Red heard Yayha come down stairs. She opened the door. “Please come in,” said Yayha. “Thank you.

RED – CHAPTER 7

A few years passed by, and Red never went anywhere without her hood. It became an attachment. An extension of her self. Like a young toddler with a security blanket, she couldn’t leave the house without it. Often she would use it to hide her face from the other villagers of Drastaire. Face down, shoulders

The Covid Killer

Frank Pestigrowe deserved a better death. He lived a fair life, as a more then fair man. His son Miles watched him in the hospital every night until the time came when he would breathe his final breath. Devastation leeched through Miles’ veins. It coursed deep. So deep it was all he felt. His left