The curtain of day closed as the bitter chill of winter night took its place. Stars carpeted the sky blinking sporadically like loosened light bulbs in a faulty socket. Originally, it came from such a distance that the sound went unnoticed and ignored, akin to the ticking of a clock that is always there. Soon, it came closer,... More..
Without a weapon and just one blow,you can destroy even the strongest of men;striking fear in the bravest heart.There is no way to take cover; though many try.No shade can be pulled, no curtain can be drawn,no shield thick enough to combat you.Like a child you repeatedly taunt and tease;prowling close, when least expected.Fam... More..
I hesitantly peek into the slit of curtain.Beyond my window and into the mist.The shadowed figure encapsulated by fog,stands watchful in my direction.Gasping I draw the curtain quickly.Certainly questioning the truth of a glance.The eyes deception overcomes fear,the slit now even smaller.Eyelashes brush the marooned velvet.Li... More..
Is there such a thing as "The One"? Do "soul mates" really exist? As children it's inevitable that we read stories like Cinderella, Snow White, etc. and they all include tales of Prince Charming. Perhaps at a young age we're inadvertently brainwashed into believing that there is only one person for us and you'll "just know" w... More..
He's about ten years my junior but it doesn't matter because we're so suited for each other. Some folks think I've gone utterly mad. They think he's too old to be dependable, which doesn't say much for me, does it? I think his age is what makes him even more dependable. Others believe I'm going through a mid-life crisis and t... More..
Is death life's finale or is it a blank page lying in wait for a new story to begin? Upon sight of the cloak wearing, scythe toting skeleton that symbolizes the end for us, whether it be via a movie or book, there's a feeling in the recesses of the soul that strikes a slightly off key chord and sometimes even sheer panic. For... More..
"Monday Morning Massacre"I wake to the silence of your screamsHeard next the buzzing and thought it was a dream.It persisted as I lay in bedThe feeling of confirmation becomes clearerFilled with dread I can't find youI look out front, I search out backThe wail surfs the water and creates echoHearing the thick and hollow sound... More..
"Christmas Spirit"Ancient winds call home my soul,reflecting through decorated windows,brightly colored packages andtwinkling lights.Momentarily forgotten, Disagreementcrumbles softly to sounds of silent nights.My wings creak and pop,slightly resistant to the long overdue stretch,piercing even the most frigid heart.Each feels... More..
There's not a day of the week that I enjoy and appreciate more than Sundays. There are many reasons why Sunday brings contentment for me. It's a day that is completely free of "have to" or "must do". It's a day in which work, even overtime, takes a back seat and not allowed to interfere. "Laundry" and "Housework" are forbidde... More..
Maria Andrews
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