Riverwaterwhisper

Towering pine trees surround the crystal clear lake, like arms of nature. Dipping below us, like valleys before mountains, the river flowed. Flashes of pure light, cracking and rumbling, through the constant rain. Towering above, like a tree among the fields, he stood forgotten.

Aura The hallway stretched before me, brightly lit, save for one dead section. “Two doors down and past the choir,” that’s what the professor said, “You can’t miss it.” Please tell me I’m not late, It’s my first day. There’s the choir room, so two doors down, leads to the dead section, the lightless section. Great. Here goes nothing. Light dimly filtered in the strange room, barely enough to grant me visibility. Is this the right room? Soft voices echoed around, some murmuring, others chanting, as if it’s last rites. Situated in the darkest corner sat a ring of people, e

Darkness As the lingering evening light fades, the still darkness creeps, I am called by the owls, who aim to awaken the nocturnal. But as the ebony gloom grew, silence voiced its shouts, freezing time. The night has begun. The street stretched, twisting with each breath, farther and farther, as if there was no end. Houses loomed overhead, seeming to glare down on me, to intimidate me, baring their teeth, they don’t want me here. Just the same, I don’t want to be here, wherever here is. The towering trees swayed like shadows as they too, merged with the night. The fog will billow in shortly. Thickening to a mist that swal

Sea Lions Splashes echo in the small enclosement as her firm right hand holds a paper tray filled to the brim with fresh, dead fish, a treat for the sea lions, who beg and bark, hoping the next fish goes to them. She stands, entranced by their tricks, her left hand longing to feed them, yet unable. It’s not that she can’t reach, she’s tall enough. It’s just her hand, it hangs languid, her fingers curled, nearly to a fist, reacting to her right, trying to mimic the right, but only holding air. She cannot use it well. She cannot hold with it. She cannot straighten it. She can only pretend. So she watched, as the

The Thumps Thump, thump. That sound echoed, the space small. Thump, thump. The girl groaned, her head pounding. She fluttered her eyes open, hoping to see anything, yet nothing appeared, so she waited. And waited, and waited. Thump, thump. By now her heart raced, fear starting to clench her mind. It must still be night, she thought, hoped, maybe just a dream. Thump, thump. She could feel it though, the creeping suffocating feeling. Her lungs constricted, her chest tight. Her body became numb, her mind blank. She needed to calm down, but it’s so hard. Thump, thump. What is that noise? It’s not her, is it? Thump, thump

Water’s Touch The sun gleamed, bringing the unbearable heat, reflecting the steam as the softly rushing water rose slightly over the banks, bare a few feet apart. My bare legs, shiver, crawling with goosebumps as the cool water laps at my knees. The bottom, fuzzy and soft felt heavenly against my swollen feet. I felt as if I walked over the perfect feathery pillow, but even better as the moss separated my toes, surrounding my feet in a delicate yet squishy wrapper. An ahh escaped my lips as a bright smile sprouted on my face. And when the heat of the day arrived, I ducked under, ignoring how shallow the steam was. When I emerged,