• fairy,Gift,Grandfather,Grandpa,soul,tale
    Short Stories,  Works

    Gift of a Soul

    Alfred gingerly squeezed his granddaughter’s shoulder, a hollow assurance, he knew. “The hour is old and yet this wretched siege still bays its horn.” “When is it going to end, Grandpa?” “Soon I think.” “Really?” Elsa perked up with a bright smile, a contrast to the dark hour. “Do not let joy win your heart yet.” “Why?” “We are losing.” “Should we pray, Grandpa?” “It’s past the time for prayer.” “But, isn’t that what you do?”

  • catholic,child,church,pedophile,pope,rape,sacrosanct
    Poetry,  Works

    The Sacrosanct

    Cardinal sins of the divineCannot force the benignEven with teardrops dryEchoes of vain remorseCelestine words chiseled with despair Calamity of the soul unveiledPlagues the sanctity of the sacrosanct The shrine inspires no hopeThe water pure no moreThe pulpit shakes and cracksThe pews laden with dustThe chorus forgottenThe pipes frozenThe children defiledThe church reviled Calamity of the soul unveiledCelestine words chiseled with despairEchoes of vain remorseEven with teardrops dryCannot force the benignCardinal sins masked as divine

  • emotion,fairy,feel,feeling,need,soul,what
    Poetry,  Works

    Soul Fairy

    You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeBroke you sayNot a penny or a dimeYou have a soulThen rich you are to me You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeA little soul for meTickles the lipsSweet sweet soul from you to meYou will have everything You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeWhat you give unto meI give unto youTasty and sweetYour soul to…

  • coffee,fire,flame,homeless,lighting,soothe
    Short Stories,  Works

    Coffee to Soothe the Flame

    Laughter, with hints of youthful vile and ignorance, echoed down her alley, a path brimmed with stench and decay, hacked into a hidden alcove in the Chelsea District. This great New York City, not a comfort, was still her home.  Cassandra lifted her eyes at the hollow sound, her long lashes barely concealed her red-rimmed gaze, not an emotional plight, but a daily toil. Her pulse sped, urging her to flee. The dim light of the gibbous moon caused her…

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