Wails of wind pass through the dead fields, battles which cursed the lands. Men, bled life and soul, none remember except for bones. White specks which litter the uneven pastures. Death still creeps, as the Ravens watch. Its mist rising, extending ghostly fingers. Heroic deeds, forgotten, in the passage of time.
I have yielded Yet, against my will. The light which now guides me is not my own. Sweet death, Sweet bird, carry my news to the kingdom. Their prince, their King, has succumbed to darkness. Who shall lead them? Who shall show compassion now? Fly little bird, fly far. Find thy knight. Seek him who… Continue reading The Yielding
When I dream at night, it is usually in major motion picture color, with added 3D clarity, which brings the visions to a striking realism. Minus the booming effects that my boyfriend Kevin Henderson can add, with his ever so wonderful knowledge of Home Entertainment Systems, I sometimes find some great short stories from these… Continue reading “Silence” / A Sci-Fi Short from the Desk of Constance Wallace
It's been one of those days. Here is a little short story which the emotions decided to write. I do not know why, but I cried while writing it. I guess it was because the emotion which wrote it was sadness. A work in progress which will be submitted to this year's Prose contest for the Corn Creek Review here at Young Harris… Continue reading Short Story – Grandma’s Blackberry Patch