50 Word Stories: the storm


In the punishing storm that had claimed so many lives, death had come searching for him only to be brushed aside by his unrelenting determination to set eyes on another day.

With the boat intact and dawn moments away, relieved, joyful tears now gathered to cleanse his spirit of shadows.

50 Word Stories: Political Prisoner


The many years of solitude, burdened by loss, now spoke with words long buried by time. His every gesture, though heavy and awkward, said more about health than about the proud defiant features that found the strength to cast shadows on those who sought to muffle the voice of reason

more and more


drawn by beauty I have yet to see
filled with dreams of what should be
my heart now with shadows beat
ignoring what lies beside my feet

no time to spare for what is there
of what I have I fail to care
though what I seek is vague to me
from its claws I can’t be free

in my soul its dug so deep,
that peace eludes me in my sleep
these desires shape my mind
to make a restful moment hard to find

driven by desire for more and more,
my heart grows rotten at the core
convinced of needs I care not for
to only gather dust at deaths door

what foolish games I choose to play
for with what I gather I cannot stay
so easily bored with what is mine
how sad I covet what is thine