Hey everyone! Happy Labour Day, if you celebrate it!
I was enjoying the four day weekend with my hubby, but he’s fallen ill. That means constant snoring is in the background as he naps. Fingers crossed he gets better soon because it sucks when he feels so shitty!
Personally, things are starting to feel more normal since Jasper passed away. I’m crying less, but the last couple nights, he’s visited in some wonky ass dreams so I don’t know what he’s playing at!
That all means my very short stories aren’t as sad, depressing, or negativity. Some are, dare I say, hopeful.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
August 27th
Lies are #tangled webs
That thrive
When the Truth
Dies
Alone and unspoken.
Lies are poison
We drink and spread
Like dinner rolls
Passed Clockwise.
Lies are the half truths
We trust to soothe Pain
That claims
Our minds
And dines on our hopes.
Lies are vicious Weaponry
We wield.
August 28th
His strength was a #fragile thing, hid behind stone walls made of pure silence. She longed to shatter them and cherish the words he would whisper. But he was a statue. The odd crack pierced his thick skin and his soul was beautifully broken in those moments of despair.
August 29th
The sweet #million tomato plant had grown beyond the garden’s borders. Its vast collection of ripening fruit blocked the zucchini plants and choked the other tomato plants. Roots provided strength to endure the storms that came and went. Yet its own weight toppled its branches.
August 30th
#Somewhere out there lies the reason she exists. If only she could separate it from life’s numerous obstacles. Instead, she wanders from problem to problem, fixated on everything, everyone, but her. If only the voices would stop shouting, putting fresh tears in her eyes.
August 31st
#Forever, she swore on their wedding day to stand by his side. His screams in bad moments didn’t deter her nor his dark days of depression. Their shared laughs and smiles united them like the knots they tied in matrimony. Together they were strong and she would remind him. Always.
September 1st
Street lights remained barren as the #gloaming descended. The asphalt paths were seas of black. Curtains blocked shut windows and multiple locks clicked into place. Any hint of light vanished as the people waited in fearful silence.
The scratching was heard first.
September 2nd
#Love is a stitch, a knot
It ties lives together
Loose or tight
Its thread can break
Wear and tear
It can be replaced
With #Love again
Tender touch
And words of care
Can repair
A broken stitch
But take heart
Best not to break
A bond of #Love
I
Hate
Cancer.
Its hand creep and crawl
like warped vines.
Its touch tarnishes and taints
like nails on a chalkboard.
Vile like stomach bile,
Its hold on another one
of those I love.
Is there anything
it won’t take?
Cancer’s game is destruction.
Barbed wire around organs
constricted and stabbed
for working.
Lungs riddled with it.
Every breath a growing burn.
I yearn to ease his pain
and pray peace
finds him in sleep.
I lost my dog, Jasper, last night. Cancer took him from us in the blink of an eye. We spoiled him as best we could in his last days.
I don’t have words right now, and I’m sorry my vss365s are a day late… I hope they are relatable reads despite the sadness in them.
August 13th
He taught us about #renegades, Vivian whispered to Damian in the back of the army transport. I didn’t understand why since they were rebellious, traitorous, you know? But I get it now.
You do? He asked, his nose wrinkled in confusion.
They always died, she replied.
August 14th
#Stubborn
is a word
I wear like a cloak.
Shields my Dreams
from the
Naysayers
and my heart
from the
Breakers.
If I’m Stubborn
as they say
I’ll stay
on
track
Push past the
Mountains
in my way
to succeed.
Stubborn
is a word
I embrace like a
sister.
August 15th
#Explosions of gunfire sounded in the distance, echoing off the buildings and nearby woods. Vivian paused for a moment, her eyes wide with worry, but she chased after her sister. They’ll be okay, she chanted in her mind. I have to believe that.
August 16th
Her pain was a #symphony played on ripped muscles and broken bones. Her sopranos whimpered and her altos moaned, whilst the male parts sang lists of what to do. She didn’t care for any of it, unwelcome in her body.
She greeted the sedation like a long lost lover. Grateful.
August 17th
Damian could only #imagine what Vivian was going through. Needles, scalpels, and a windowless room flooded his mind. His fists clenched, he dropped into a push-up. Raising time and again off bruised and bloody knuckles, a plan formed in his mind. I’ll find you, Vivian, he decided
August 18th
My #favourite memory is walking into the pet store and seeing his face. His eyes , one blue and one brown, staring at me as his tail wagged a mile a minute. I knew in that moment he would be my best friend. The least I can do is be by his side in the end.
August 19th
Happy memories still #linger though his struggling breaths draw her back to the present. She pets his soft fur, whispering love and sorries into his floppy ears. Pain stabs at her heart like a thousand needles. Tears run freely down her cheeks. But she’ll stand watch over him.
I dream of worlds
And dwell in realms
Of colours and magics
It leaves my thoughts manic.
I cast spells in letters
Catch minds with nets
Fashioned from phrases
Left on white page.
My fingers dance across keys
and tell tales of many veils
Pulled back and explored
More stories to adore.
My love is writing
And it strikes like lightning
Providing new sightings
That I hope are inviting.
I’ll fly higher than your chains can reach
Break their steal claws, biting me
Your torturous touch shall fade with time
As will ‘precious’ memories.
This toxic love will lose its power
Its venom removed from my heart
My feathered wings will soar ever higher
Whilst you sink into the muddied ground.
Kember's Journey 