Tag: Writing
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Meadow
A butterfly quilt surrounds the embrace. A pair of lovers hide from the sun. Arms intertwined come undone. The meadow sweetens the air. Limbs fall from within their cocoon; legs find placement on the wild flowers. “Forever is that way,” says a sleepy man. He points into the meadow. A man at the back of…
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Grapes on the vine
He paces. Stone weeps at the beat of his leathery feet. Overwhelmed by a single thought. All furniture moved against the walls—no obstacles for his mind. Grapes grow on the vine; such tender fruit tempts the man. He lays his cardigan on the window sill. An extended arm reaches out the window. A handful of…
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The Architect
Sleep doesn’t take me like it used to. I lay alone in a twin-sized bed. A hole in my heart replaced childhood. Sometimes, My phone rings at night. Claire de lune haunts my dreams. I know when those keys play, you soon will follow. You twist the tale and spin me around the door handle.…
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The boy across the street
The boy across the street is standing at the edge of his roof. The heavens fall onto his shoulders. He wails into the storm. The first scream he aims at the sky—the second into his own hands. The cockerels doom call wakes the street. Bedroom lights turn on. Some men walk out of their homes…
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Meteor – Part 3
“Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty,” The Admiral left his office as soon as his phone call ended. His office overlooked the command room. “Code omega. Head for Tio!” the Admiral yelled with all his might. The massive Star commander vessel that led the emperors’ fleet fittingly named Olympus turned and entered hyperspace. “How long will…
Conor Cartmell 