The Dark Place

I made a snowman today. I lay here in bed and can see him from the window. The moonlight reflects off the ice like a cat’s eye.

I have read ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’. The cold construct that sits on the front yard has eyes dark as pitch. He knows how limited his stay is here. Those eyes ask, ‘why was I created? I’ll only melt and die in a weeks time.’

He stares at me…beging for an answer. I smile in contempt. I know the truth. A dark soul awaits in that snow creature. It waits for me to sleep.

I close the curtins.

So I just downloaded a wordpress app for the iPhone. I am going to start a series of short writings. Direct from my phone. I usually write with pen and pad, but there will be no middleman for these shorts.

This is a lil’ project I started last year, I have finished chapter two, and will have it online soon.

Chapter One - The Weeks

A deadly game continues on the plains of New Mexico, late nineteenth century.

Look at television commercials, the internet, radio ads, your work place. What controls our actions everyday? Find out in ‘The Storyteller Project’.

I tried my luck at poetry, I hope you like… A Little bit of the Creature.

Download the short short story… World Hunger now!

After many months of delay, the site is finally live… well undead at least.

 A few short stories have been posted.

More should be posted soon.