Golden Rage_Forced Closure_Are You Listening to Me God_Foolish Words
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Golden Rage
“He loves me, he loves me not, mmmm…. he loves me, he loves me not, mmmm he lov…”. Jane hummed to their favorite jazz as she sliced each petal with her fruit knife.Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Jane jerk-dropped everything, almost nipping a finger. Damn, I should add those stupid kids to my kill list. She shuffled down the wooden stairs all ready to pounce on those little brats for waking them up almost every night for the past few months.She used to love children. She loved them all like her own two girls who are now living in other continents with her seven grandkids.“Screaming through th...
Forced Closure
NowLightening flashes overhead, lighting the graveyard around me, and I startle at the glare. A distant rumble follows a few seconds later, as I make my way to the one place I've been avoiding for the better part of a year. I find what I've been searching for. “Hey Mom. It’s been a while,” I say to the headstone. It’s lovely and white and reads “Tawny Cole. Beloved Motwww.onedoor.ccher, Wife, and Daughter.” I stifle a derisive laugh. Beloved Mother. But I guess it’s not such a stretch. After all, she was beloved by me, once. A long time ago, and far before she discovered her escape at the end of a beer. Sev...
Are You Listening to Me God
“Are you there God? It’s me Jo. I need your help and I’ve asked you so many times. Do you hear me now, do you ever hear me? Or do you just ignore me like everyone else?” She sat upright on the old wooden pew. The familiar smell of wood somehow seemed to settle her. It reminded her of childhood times when she would go over to see her Grandma, the only person she could truly trust and open up to. Walking in through the front door she smelt the old wooden furniture, the beeswax pungent. As always the warm chubby arms would hug her tight and tell her that everything would be alright. “God, you e...
Foolish Words
The sun was setting; torches were lit. The king's family had been the first to go: his queen, silent and strong, marched herself up to the guillotine and held her children's hands as they died, one after another. Then she was killed herself. King Scipio was perched up beside the traitor, Rhodon, and forced to watch. The rest of his court went after. Scipio was surprised to find that many of them had blankness on their faces, the same blankness he felt in his soul after a month under siege. He was through. His reign was through, and he had no one. No one but the Fool standing beside him, tremb...