Kn1ghtofDarknes

How long has it been since I have looked into the past. All the things I have done, the people I have known, come to know and grown apart from. It was a different time. Most would call it a better time but I know that brooding on these feelings will only do me harm. I wonder how everyone is doing? The people who supported me during those times. I hope they are doing well. I hope they remember me and I hope that they realize how important they are to me for being in the right places at the right times. I want to say thank you to you all.

     The Light Train sped along through the multiverse. Its mechanical and magical workings beyond her comprehension. Those who know of its existence marvel at its seemingly preternatural ability to be where it needs to be when it is needed. Some say that there are simply more than one Light Train, while others swear that it is a higher being that is simultaneously in all universes at all times so it can be anywhere at any time at will. She smiles, suddenly remembering a conversation she had on the subject of the Light Train with a scholar. She turns her mind to him. Memories flood her addled brain. Memories of a man and a woman, of the two o

I've been running forward so fast for so long that I passed so much and didn't even notice. I thought I was running to something that would be so truly wonderful that it would make all of it worth it. I've slowed down a little, enough to see the world around me. Now I hesitate to come to the end of this road.

     One hundred men, dressed in flowing satin robes of white that whipped about in the wind, slowly made their way down the main road of town in two lines. All of them carried wind chimes atop long poles that extended fourty or fifty hands in length, except the front two, who carried together a wooden box of a simple design. There were no markings on the box itself, yet the way they reverently held it spoke volumes about its importance. The procession marched their way to the temple across the valley, the only sounds being the wind chimes blowing in the strong wind, the whipping of the robes, and the slippered feet of the men

     In a glen, deep in the verdant forest known as Mother, a girl of no more than thirteen talked with a red dragon.     The giant red had seen the lone girl and thought to have himself a snack, however reds are notorious for playing with their food. He circled the glen a few times, making sure his shadow engulfed the girl and the pool of water in the center, however, she gave no indication of noticing. Puzzled, the red descended to confront this girl, who seemed to be impervious to fear. He landed in the pool of water, which barely crested his claws, and stared at the girl. It was then he noticed she was blind.     "Hello." Came the che

What are we, but fractured souls seeking to be free. Upon these mounds of tattered hope we scream loud. All our dreams, may they rest in peace, have come undone at the seams. And our life, what little is left, is nothing but strife.

Dear Jess, It's been a long time, and I don't even know if you'll get this message, but I have to tell you that I think about you a lot now. Not a day goes by that you aren't in the foreground of my mind. I really miss talking with you. I miss seeing your beautiful face, the smile whose radiance makes me giddy. Did you know that you are the only girl I know, and I have my fair share of female friends, that makes me laugh? Funny, didn't notice till I wasn't laughing anymore. You brighten my days so much I have to shut my eyes, and you darken my nights so that I cannot see. I love you. I know we've been down that road before, but they say abse

     I sit here, enjoying the fire to my right. My friend reads off a website to me. He's sitting across the table with his mac open. Over the loudspeaker new age jazz plays, trying to cover up the din of the people that inundate this establishment during busy times such as these. People are sitting at the wooden tables, polished to a shine by the staff after the patrons leave, ready for the next one to sit there.     I can hear snippets of conversation, about the girl's boy troubles on my left, to the business man's good deal in front of me. Next to me is my girl, enjoying a soup and panini. She looks at me, her eyes smiling as she dabs he

     Love, unlike what the fairytales want you to believe, is not an endless thing. It's source is not the unlimited amount from the pool of origin that we seem to take for granted.     Each person, each heart, has a limit. Not all men were created equal. Some have more love in their souls than others, and it can be drained quickly.     Love does not just return, it does not grow like a tree after a fire. Love begets love, without love, a person will lose their reserves and the love they had will be gone.

The purple sky on a summer's night, backlit by a thousand stars. Whispered wind through evergreen trees sings a hushed tune for lovers' ears and theirs alone. The quiet thrum of electricity echoes through the night air.