Untitled by S. L. Wyllie. It troubles me when I glimpse those shrouds of darkness behind your eyes. They take you to this desolate place where you self-destruct and isolate. I see the demons beneath the surface, I see them waiting for the first chance, to drag you under when you're weakest. How can I … Continue reading Untitled
My silent stalker is always lurking preying on me when I'm least expecting. Invisible hands around my throat slowly squeezing the life from me. The world is spinning, the room is shrinking, lights grow brighter, and voices sharpen. Creeping alongside me my ghostly predator the nemesis I can't see, Yet I can feel everything. My … Continue reading Killing Me.
Guilt This ache inside, this dull, relentless ache. It seeps through me, slowly at first like the gentle ebb of an outward creeping tide. The water quietly washes around me whispering calm melodies soothing as the pale luminescence of the quarter moon bathes me in its eerie autumn glow. The waters of guilt start building, … Continue reading Guilt.
I wrote this a while back. It was inspired by a post I saw on Facebook where a member of a writing group was trying to piece together an idea for a story: Her MC discovered someone else's photos on the table in her apartment... Upon reading the member's post, I wrote this on the … Continue reading Stranger in the dark