Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

"What is it about a sunset that causes strange sensations in your head and your body? It's like you are just going through the day, riding the bus, or walking down the street and the minute you look at the setting sun, your mind gets the most peculiar sensation." Stretching from behind the massive computer monitor, Jacque couldn't help but look out the window and take in the golden rays of the setting sun for just a brief moment. "Its moments like these that make me wonder what is going on out in the world. No one can really know what is going on in other people's lives, we are only trapped in the world we see from our own point of view. To think right now as I type away my idle thoughts a father is teaching his son how to throw a ball down the street while the mother is inside watching from behind the slightly drawn curtain with a smile on her lips. In the next county a group of people could be meeting to discuss a common goal or idea. Somewhere acros

The tidal wave was subtle, but it still hit with the force of a pissed off line backer at a varsity football game. The air was gray and murky. A blind person wouldn't make it two feet in this environment. Hell, a person with perfect eye sight could barely make it four feet without bumping into something unexpected. It was like walking amongst a sea of zombies but with the added luxury of being invisible. Could you imagine the carnage if you weren't? The noxious fumes of the gray clouds mingled with the unpleasant ashy taste that they left in the mouth. It wasn't something you could experience with any regularity back home, that was for sure. There was an even subtler hint of what could only be described as the unmentionable contents of a rundown outhouse in the air, mingled with the stench of as many drunk homeless as could be piled into a room. "Ah. Frankfurt International Airport. How I haven't missed you." I mumbled to myself as I unconsciously wrinkl

Rock forth, rock back rickety table tea. Blood red, yet tastey as can be. Trains barrel by, hear them I do. Don't really care what is in them, where they're going, or where they've been through. Too tired to wonder, too tired to speak, yet awake I am again wanting to do both, not a wink tonight I fear I will sleep. To those who roam the night, may you be cheery and blessed.  A bed kept warm with a teddy bear or a lover's caress. What about me? I'll sit here and just be for now, keeping solitarey company with my music and rickety table tea.

He will never set the world on fire. Not like this. I could see it in his writing. Such a young talent, with the gift to make words leap off the page and become a golden palace deep in the middle of an unforgiving desert, or a happy monkey enjoying the simple pleasures of a meal in a local zoo. The boy had the touch. What happened? It was unlike Oliver to leave his assignments undone. An A plus student did not just stop writing and working to the point where his grades began to drastically slip. I leaned back heavily in my creaky wooden chair, burdened with the mystery and observed the class with my hands wrapped behind my neck, supporting the full weight of my weary head. They were just an average eight grade class full of young boys on the cusp of becoming young men, and young girls already going through that awkward stage as they developed into radiant young women. I guess they were all a little awkward. How many of these boys and girls would lead the future of

She whispered, "Just one more time." With a voice like that, who was I to resist? I heaved a sigh as I replied, "We already did...four times." "Having trouble keeping up?" she giggled ever so innocently. This girl was anything but innocent. She was the type every guy would have been a fool not to go for. She was cute, with the melodic voice of an angel sent down from up above, and the intellect and cunning that allowed her to maneuver any man into her bed with a few choice words and a light touch placed just so. The devil in an angels body. She could destroy a less cautious man with that unquenchable lust for money, a good time, and lack of inhibition- cleverly disguised under a veil of saintly innocence- that allowed her to get through any door she wanted. "How old are you anyway?" I asked, attempting to stall for time to catch my breath. Rolling her eyes she turned away, her naked body becoming a sight to behold in the

Was editing and thinking on a very emotional and hard to write part on the novel I am currently trying to work on( and have been stuck on for some time) so I decided to do an exercise just to get some creativity flowing. This is the result. I don't think this will be in the novel, as it has nothing to do with the characters and the story that takes place there. So they can be whoever you want them to be. Just enjoy the brief tale. _________________________________________________________________________________ Dead silence opressed the air between them. He watched her from the bottom of the steps that lead into her plain and unadorned home, like many in the caldisack. She stood there, a feirce mask of determination plastered on her face, covering the pain that clearly shone in her gorgeous brown eyes; eyes that always reminded him of liquid chocolate and a subtle sweetness that could only be tasted by the most refined tongue. He had been here many times before. He

Perhaps we'll never understand each other. Loving doesn't mean that we agree. If that were so, then I would say, why bother? But there are things I know I'll never see. I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know: The pain of loving a reluctant son; The anger, coming fast and building slow, Of being helpless to control someone. You want only that I grow up right, But you know what right is, and I still don't. I have to learn to wield my inner light, And if I follow yours, well, then I won't. I'm sorry for the anger in the air; Though we fight, my love is always there.

Don't believe in anything that is keeping you awake. Yes you. You as in I. Sleep troubled soul. I know your limits always seem like they have been reached, then a new level is revealed. I know you. I know me. You've transformed. I've transformed. I know it doesn't stop the pain. I know how sometimes you wonder why you have not yet gone insane. Maybe you already are. Maybe I already am. You chose to stay this time. That's not like you. Not like the old you. Before you use to run from anything uncomfortable. Nothing comfortable anymore. It's ok. I understand. I'm there. I'm here. This is only one part of you speaking. The many parts of you make you who you are. They are you. I am you. You are I. So it is and so it goes. I know time moves slow. I know the wait seems like it will never end. I know the thoughts that scare you. It's ok. You already know this. I already know this. I am new, yet I am the same. Am I boat or sea? Sea or boat? The part where se

*DISCLAIMER*: THIS IS AN ALL ORIGIONAL WORK. ANYONE WHO JACKS IT OR ALTERS IT WITHOUT PERMISSION AND USES IT FOR A PROFIT AT ANY TIME I WILL NOT ONLY SUE YOU BUT KICK YOUR ASS! MKAY? :D This is the Preface and First chapter to a novel I am currently working on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The light of the silver moon illuminated the fair grounds with its glow, in the dark places away from the lights and main attractions, creating a halo of serenity and light around him. "Beautiful," he whispered, letting the words linger like a passing breeze on his lips as he gazed into the heavens of the night, oblivious to the mirth and merriment going on a few feet from him on the main grounds. "What’s beautiful?" a musical, female voice whispered into his ear. "Huh?!" Startled he turned around and gazed upon those chocolate brown eyes for the f

The lights popped out one by one. Fog all around her, so very hard to see. Find him she had to, her life depended on it, as his depended on hers. Two seperate halves of a circle, divided by the edge of a knife, only whole would they survive the night. She ran on, slipping and sliding on the frozen ice. Tick tock, tick tock...a clock sounding off in her head. A molevelant feeling hung in the air...heavier with dread and lonliness as she ran nearer. And there around the corner she found him, staring with defiance into the eyes of the damned. Blue eyes aflame, meeting black empty sockets taht could put all the worlds hope to shame. The creatures elongated face never left his, but her fear could not bring her closer to help him. The things shoulder length, black hair never once russeled in the breeze, but it's screaming face neverleft him. On he stared into taht mask of other worldly death...the breeze russled his dirty blonde hair, making him shiver but never giving into death. O