Milly and the Witches

I just published the second story in the 'Treasure Tales' series on amazon.
For the next few days it will be free along with the first story in the series if you want to check it out.

Through the window

This is a short story about a young girl in love that is trapped in her childhood home with her mentally unstable Father.  It is still a work in progress but since I might not have internet for a while I figured I might as well post it.
I hope you enjoy.

At the window once again the tear filled eyes of the lady watched through the dirty panes as the man she so desired walked past, his boots making crunching sounds on the gravel she could not hear but imagined all the same.  He turned and looked at the ramshackle old house with a mixture of disgust and pity, his eyes working there way up to her window.  She knew he couldn't see her through the dirt and grime but this didn’t stop her ducking around the corner till his eyes were once again focused on the path ahead.
     As the man disappeared over the crest of the hill she sighed with a mixture of sorrow and longing, wishing with all her heart that he would take her away from this wretched life she had been forced to lead.  The dream that one day both of them would walk over that hill and be gone for good.
     "Alice, were you lusting after that man again?" Her Father’s voice forced her from her fantasies, pulling her back to the cursed reality.  Alice jerked around pretending that she had been just gazing out at the sunset but there was no hiding what she had really been doing.  Her father swore in his usual vial fashion the look on his face terrifying poor Alice enough to make her shrink back against the wall.  "You bitch" her Father screamed in a demented tone then he stepped forward and grabbed her hair, using it to yank her to her feet.  It hurt terribly and she wanted desperately to cry out, but this was likely to only bring more pain so she stayed silent as he dragged her upright.  "Get downstairs and prepare supper, you don’t want me to starve do you?"  No Father said Alice in a small voice that sounded more like a frightened young girl then the lady of twenty two that she was.  "Speak up you know I’m hard of hearing. You were mumbling something wretched about me weren’t you"  and even though Alice shook her head the slap to her cheek came anyways, this time she did cry out as she landed on the floor with a thump and another small squeal, tears streaming down her cheeks and wetting the dusty floor.  Her Father saw the tears and his whole demeanor shifted, carefully he helped her to her feet, cooing about how she should be more careful so as not to trip and fall again, wiping away the tears that ran down her cheeks with his gnarled fingers he hugged her to him.  Whispered in her ear and rubbed her back as though to comfort her.  Alice wanted desperately to pull away, doing so would send her father into another rage so she stayed still trying with all her might not to shudder under his touch.
     Things had not always been this way, her Father had once been a kind, good hearted man who never would have yelled nor struck anyone, much less his own daughter.  That was a long time ago though, before the fever struck and took away her Mother then a week later her Brother, leaving her father in this demented state and turning the house that had once been filled with sunshine and happiness into a dark prison for her soul, reeking of death and decay.
     Alice was shaken back to reality by her Father’s shift in mood.  "You filthy thing, you are not my daughter, get off of me."  He shoved her away but thankfully not hard enough to knock her from her feet.  He came at her then, about to strike again but just before he did his mood shifted once again.  He put his arm about her shaking shoulders and led her down the creaky wooden stairs carefully as though terrified she might fall.
     When they reached the kitchen below he asked her politely if she might go pick some of the ripe apples from the trees in the front yard.  Alice sighed inwardly, there were no more ripe and juicy apples, not since her mother passed away.  Her Mother had tended the trees trimming them where they needed to be trimmed and watering them when there was not enough rain.  Without her the trees produced only sour shriveled apples that no one liked and the garden once full of sweet raspberries lay covered in weeds.  To refuse her Father though would send him into another rage and at least she would get some fresh air while she picked the apples, in a way it was like being given a wonderful present, out in the fresh air was the only place where she felt free and alive.
     Her Father plopped down in one of the rickety kitchen chairs that surrounded the table and Alice stepped out into the cool dusk air.  Once outside the barest traces of a smile could be seen on her face and one might even be able to tell that there was beauty hidden deep beneath the suffering and the grime which had contorted her face into something grotesque and ugly.  Alice stared down the road in the direction the man had disappeared in, she thought about running after him and leaving this awful place behind as only a memory to banish to the darkness but the fear of the unknown stopped her.
    When she had been a little girl her Mother would take her on long walks into town where they would go shopping together on the weekends and buy ice-cream at this wonderful little shop that had every flavor you could imagine and a plump lady who never failed to tell her Mother what a lovely little girl Alice was.  Now the thought of being on her on her own with so much freedom and so much space was even more terrifying then her Father’s most demented behavior.
    Alice wandered around among the apple trees for as long as she dared trying to find the apples that were somewhat edible if not tasteful then with only a few apples clutched in her arms she returned regretfully to the dilapidated old house.

Dances with Roses

She danced and danced until her feet were raw with blisters and swimming in blood,
Crimson red blood brought forth from the happiness and the pain.

She danced and danced beneath the moonlight as the twisted shadows watched from the corners of her vision.
Her eyes blurry with weariness and tears,
Each one shinning,
Capturing the reflection of the moon in their tiny diamond spirals.
Each tear falling from the tortured eyes filled with sadness and suffering as is the ghosts of the grin etched upon her beautiful face.

Where one fell a black rose dripping the loveliest red ink from each tiny pedal sprung up to mark its passing.
Just as the tears had been beautiful yet sad so were the roses, drawing the eyes of those hungry shadows like ravens to rings so that she might be freed from their burning desires.

She danced and she danced her feet brushing over the fallen pedals in the field of darkest roses.
Her warm blood ripped and torn from tender skin by their tangled thorns, stained black pedals and green stems with flecks of deepest red till each drop slipped beneath the tainted soil.

In passing of the drops a red rose more beautiful then the rising moon grew to catch her delicate tears in it's soft pedals.
The dark roses yielding to the red gave way to fields of color for the swift feet of the young lady to dance upon.
She danced and she danced till the first rays of the sun slipped past the crest of the snow-capped mountains,
Washing away her fears and her sorrow till only the eloquent smile remained.

Sweet Lilly

Beautiful Lilly,
Lovely Lilly,
Sweet Lilly so full of love;
Oh sweet Lilly why oh why did this happen to you?

Beautiful Lilly,
Lovely Lilly,
Sweet Lilly so full of pain;
Oh sweet Lilly why oh why would they do this to you?

Beautiful Lilly,
Lovely Lilly,
Sweet Lilly with eyes turned ashen;
Why oh why were you treated this way?

Tiny Lilly showered in blood,
Beautiful Lilly covered in scars,
Lovely Lilly with a broken heart,
Sweet Lilly with tortured soul.

Poor littly Lilly bathed in crimson regret, my sweet Lilly how they twisted you so;
Why oh why my lovely little Lilly did I just stand by and watch you die?

Lilly oh Lilly you loved so much how could they tear such a beautiful heart apart?
They ranted and raved,
Beating your loving heart with fists of hate till the pieces lay bleeding and broken.
Scattered upon the ground they were,
Waiting only for me to gather them to my heart.

Sweet Lilly why did you have to leave?

Sweet Lilly, sweet Lilly will you never come back to me?

I search and I scream for my sweet Lilly as she wanders in the depths where my heart and her's frolic together.
I can find no solace and I grieve for her to come back to me,
If only to bring peace to my soul.

The first page from my still untitled book

This is the first page from the still untitled novel I am working on.  This book is nowhere near being finished yet but I thought I would post the first page anyways as an excuse to take a break from working on some of my other stories.

I hope you enjoy it.

Daesle was laying in bed trying to rub the sleep from her tired eyes, the night had been a long one full of nightmares she didn't and probably never would understand.  She sat up and looked around  trying to get her bearings on reality.  Her room was a relatively small one and very sparse.  There was a black wooden dresser in one corner and in the other there was a little three legged table with a set of tall unlit candles sitting upon it.  After she was sure she was no longer dreaming Daesle rubbed the rest of the sleep from her eyes and stood up tossing the bed coverings aside.
    She walked into her washroom which was about as bare as her bedroom. In this room there was a large mirror hanging on one wall and a small metal sink set in a wooden counter as well as a stone basin for relieving one's self.
    Daesle stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection.  She saw a tall skinny girl with long blond hair that was very messy from sleep and red at the tips, the eyes looking back at her were a soft, light blue color, set underneath thin wispy eyelashes, these were by far her favorite features about her self but in her mind they did little to make up for the rest of her body.  The most noticeable features were her small nose high cheek bones and thin lips which surrounded an even smaller mouth concealing jagged white teeth.  She sighed with displeasure at the unsatisfactory image and bent down over the sink, washing the remains of sleep from her face under the cold water, it was very refreshing.
     Daesle splashed more of the cool water on her face till she felt completely awake then straightened up and headed back into the other room.  Once there she picked out a few sets of clothes.  The clothes were made from animal hide and were black and tan in color, they fit snugly and were quite comfortable to wear if not the height of fashion.  She wished there was time to run a comb through her unruly hair but she would already be late as it was, besides she was in a hurry to get on with her daily routine.  Spending hours in the morning to look pretty was something she usually left to the other girls of the village.

     Daesle finished dressing quickly and went downstairs, she said a quick goodbye to her mother and walked out into the bright morning sunshine.  Most of the small village was already up and bustling about their own daily routines.  She waved to a few of her friends in the market then quickly set off through the throng of people, pushing her way through where it was crowded and running where it was not.  She was fit and the run to the edge of the forest although a long one did not leave her short of breath.
      It was here on the edge of the forest where she met up with her friend Onam.
Onam was rather short and stocky, he only came up to her shoulder when standing straight but in his defense Daesle was unusually tall for her age.  He had short brown hair and his cheekbones were high like hers though his lips were more full.  At the moment Onam was dancing around with ill concealed impatience, “where have you been” he cried.  “I have been waiting here for over  fifteen minutes.” ”I know I’m sorry I’m late, I over slept” Daesle  said with an apologetic look.
“Jeesh that figures, At least I'm used to it by now." This was true, Daesle was almost never on time. Which was a fact Onam was constantly reminding her of.  "Well anyway lets get going, it’s my turn to track today and I cant wait to show you up again” he said with a good natured smile.
“There is no way that you are a better tracker then me, yesterday was a mere fluke" Daesle said, a rougish grin splitting her face.
      Onam had won their last little competition the day before.  It was a competition to see who was the better tracker and one they played every day.  She was dying to get him back for winning the last one, usually she won them all.  They started walking into the nearby forest at their usual fast pace.  Onam had to jog at intervals to keep up since his legs were so much shorter but he was used to it and never seemed to mind.
     When they were deep inside the forest both of them stopped and turned to look at each other, 
“are you ready” Daesle asked in a mocking tone of voice. “Yes, yes I’m ready are you?”  “Of course I am” she said, the same grin as before passing over her face.  “I will go first then, since I won last time.”  Onam knew she hated being the loser so rubbing it in was something to be enjoyed.
   Daesle scowled and waited for him to begin.

The writen word

The words we write, like windows to our soul, offer those who can read between the lines a glimpse at who we are.
So may your words stem from your heart as the lovely ink flows from your veins,
their courage neither marred from fear nor greed.
Let these words fill you with joy in the way love heals a broken heart and fills an empty soul, to hold you aloft above the pain and the suffering.
Shall your words carry only the notes of truth your face will carry only a smile and in this you shall find true profit to sustain even the most weary of bodies.

Shinning light

This is just a silly poem I whipped up and thought I would share with everyone.
I hope you enjoy it, or at the very least get a kick out of it.

A beauty divine and rare, thine eyes tender with loving care;
she is standing in the center of a once dark town.
Her beauty giving light even on the darkest night.
Wonder of wonders;
the diamond of a plunder, laying in the shrine of angels.
The rain is falling, her beauty still shinning like the silver lining.
Rainbows of magnificent colors overhead,
and we know we cant leave anything left unsaid.
Surrounded by roses you and I together as though we could fly, our hearts not able to tell a single lie.

Milly and the witches

This is the first page from the second book in the "Treasure Tales" series.
It is still a work in progress but will hopefully be finished soon.
I hope you enjoy reading it.

Princess Milly was riding Flickers in the castle courtyard when she first heard the alarm bells ring.  These bells were only used when the castle was under attack or when something awful had happened.  Milly's father had told her that if she ever heard him she must stop what ever it was she was doing and find him, if she couldn't find him the next thing to do was run to her room in the castle and wait for him there.  Milly had never heard the bells ring before though and at first she was panicked by the sound but then she knew what she had to do.  She galloped Flickers over to the stable and quickly put him in one of the stalls then ran into the castle, but not before making sure his gate was locked.  The little white pony always had a knack for escaping and if you forgot to lock his gate he would sneak off before you could blink your eyes.
  Once inside Milly started searching for her father, unfortunately it was a very large castle and there seemed to be people running everywhere, I'm never going to find him she thought grumpily.  Luckily though a maid stopped and told her that her father was waiting in the high tower.  Right away Milly set off at a run through the castle to the tower.  By the time she reached it she was panting and out of breath from running all that way but she still had a long flight of winding stairs to climb.  When she reached the top of the high tower where her father was waiting her legs were about ready to collapse from exhaustion and she was now gasping for air.  "He better have a really good reason to have forced me to run all the way up here" Milly muttered under breath as she walked through the door at the top of the stairs.  As it turned out her father did have a very good reason for it.  The king took her into his arms and held her close in the way he would do before sending her off to bed, she looked up at him still wondering what was going on.  "I'm so sorry baby" his voice was shaking slightly which was a note Milly had never before heard there before.  He paused for a second then said "well I suppose I cant keep you in the dark anymore after all you are growing into a young lady." There was another pause this one larger then the first, Milly was growing more nervous with each second then it seemed as though her whole world came crashing down. 

Broken hearts and shattered snowflakes

A heart is like a snowflake, beautiful and unique.
It spends it's life flitting through the sky, pushed and pulled against its will by the slightest of breezes,
broken by the softest of touches.
This sweet snowflake shatters into millions of tiny pieces that no one will ever be able to put back together for all the tiny pieces have scattered into the wind, hiding in plain sight but lost forever.
The innocence of the falling snowflake as wondrous as the heart of a newborn child.
There is no evil nor cruel intentions, only love, only kindness.
Purest of hearts touched by most delicate of snowflakes shall always be tainted, just as the snowflakes shatter.
We weep and we mourn, wishing only to let them frolic in fields of roses where their innocence will stretch to eternity.
Alas this shall never be for none can confine the young of heart nor the wandering snowflake which dances it's merry way across the land, as a beautiful butterfly wings it's way towards the light, not knowing that the fire can consume it.

Milly and the dragon

This is a page from my recently published book "Milly and the dragon."
It is a short story for children about a young princess and a wild dragon.
I would love for you to check it out and download the full book for free if you enjoy it.


Princess Milly was running through the forest with her long curly brown hair streaming out behind her.  There were tears sliding down her cheeks as she ran and her once pretty blue dress was ripped and torn.  The princess was crying because her pony Flickers had run away.  He had broken through the fence that surrounded the pasture and gone into the old forest which stretched out in every direction as far as the eye could see.
She had begged and begged her father to send out a search party of brave knights to find Flickers but he wouldn’t no matter how much she begged and pleaded.  He said the forest was full of dangerous creatures that would send even his bravest knights running in terror, there was no way he could risk the lives of his subjects for one little pony.  Men that went in there never came back, even Milly knew that.  Her mother loved to tell scary bedtime stories about all the monsters that waited in the forest for a weary traveler to wander in.  But this didn’t stop Milly from wanting Flickers back.  In tears she had stormed off.
Running to the stables as fast as she could but she found no comfort without Flickers there.  Darci one of the nice ladies who worked in the stables took pity on the upset princess and suggested she feed a couple of the other horses some apples to take her mind off Flickers.  But when she gave them the apples she could only think of the way Flickers had snuffled the pieces so greedily out of her hand tickling her with his long whiskers.  Right then and there she decided that the only thing to do would be to search for Flickers herself.  She was not going to let her pony stay lost in the forest forever no matter how dangerous it was.  “My father may not care but I do” she said to herself.
As quickly as she could she came up with a simple but brilliant plan and put it into action.  She told her Mom that she was going to play hide and seek in the castle with her friends and then when no one was watching she snuck into the forest and took off running.  Eventually Milly grew tired from all the running and she stopped to sit down on a rock and rest her legs.  Once she had caught her breath and wiped away the tear streaks Milly began to look around.  There were twisted trees all around and they cast dark creepy shadows upon the ground.  It was very scary and the forest was eerily silent, there were no chirping birds nor noisy crickets and the feeling of being watched was frightening her something fierce. 
Milly stood up thinking that maybe it would be best to just go back to the castle where there was a moat and high stone walls to protect her.  That however was when she realized she didn’t know which way she had come.  Everything looked the same and she couldn’t even follow her own footsteps, but this didn’t stop her trying and soon she was even more hopelessly lost.  Then she heard a low growling sound coming from somewhere close by.  Terrified she looked around wildly but there was nothing there, then the growling came again and a mean looking creature with sharp teeth and long claws jumped out from behind one of the trees.  Milly screamed then ran as fast as her legs would carry her, jumping over fallen trees and tearing through brambles which tried to snag her dress and scratch her skin,. She could hear the creature chasing her and it sounded like it was getting closer. 

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The Soul Well

This is a page from my recently published book "The Soul Well."
I hope you enjoy

 Thy Devil’s hand burn thou dearest his heart and did thy lady depart, for by tainted evil must come tainted love, stained red by sweet dove’s life blood.
Should thy lady cast aside transpired evil deeds, growing in thee most evil of weed, thy Devil’s chains shall brake if only when thy poisoned souls been freed from raven’s stake and the craters thirst slaked.

    The Devil watched his creations fall through the starry sky to the city below with tortured blue eyes and a despairing expression etched across his regularly impassive countenance.  On any other occasion he would have been overcome with glee at the sight of such impending death and devastation, but she was in that city.  Sleeping peacefully, sweet and innocent as someone of her race could be.  She the one who had helped him feel again and shown him a path to happiness formerly unknown.  Never had he intended for her to become caught up in his evils but now she was about to be felled by the very devices he had taught her race to create.
    Able to bare it no longer the Devil gave a howl of rage and despair, splitting the calm night like a clap of thunder.  He paced back and forth desperate for a way to save her but it was far to late for that and he was forced to watch in agony as the city stretched out in front of him erupted in a massive inferno of fire and rubble.  The Devil stopped pacing and just stared at the destruction he had caused his emotions running rampant.  It was a sign of how contorted and evil his heart was that it only ached for her and not for the families torn apart nor the many innocent lives lost.  Still his suffering was more than a thousand souls could bear and there is no greater punishment then to be the cause of death for one you love.
    The blast had been enormous and where he stood many miles from the city the shockwaves could be felt.  Even so in his heart there was still the smallest shred of hope that maybe she had survived the destruction and chaos, that maybe she was out there lying in the rubble somewhere, desperately waiting for him to come save her.  This was nothing more then a fool begging to be spared the consequences of his dire mistake.  Immediately after this possibility crossed his mind however the Devil jumped down from the dilapidated old building where he had been watching the carnage unfold and set off at a sprint towards the mushroom cloud that was still billowing in the night sky.
    What would have taken any human a long while to accomplish only took the Devil a matter of minutes and quickly he reached the mutilated city.  Right away the Devil began searching for his lost love in the ruins, ignoring everything and everyone else.  There were bodies lying everywhere, not many were whole and none were moving.  The destruction seemed endless as if no building had been spared incineration and no living creature eradication.
    A little over an hour later the Devil found her, though when he did he almost wished she had stayed hidden forever if only to preserve hope that somewhere she might still be alive.  She was lying lifeless at the bottom of a large crater, her burnt broken body was twisted into a grotesque shape where it had landed.  When the Devil looked upon
her his gnarled heart broke and he fell to his knees all hope extinguished leaving more pain then if it had never existed at all.
    Humans were such a delicate race he should have known she would never have survived

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