It’s 7 a.m. I sit in silence Sip coffee and listen As the world awakens Silence ~ annie ryder
Roy fumbled with the coins in his pocket. A single incandescent bulb lit up each table- top. The heat in the room glowed and a smoky haze veiled the guests. He peered deeper into the shrouded depths of the room. Paper serviettes stacked the bar. Shot glasses lined up, topped to the max, the amber liquid ready to swallow. Next to an ice bucket, a … Read More The Clean-Up Man
What a damn, good night of gentlemen, whiskey shooters, and women wrapped in mink, it was. The boys dressed to the nines and the ladies, bespoke in jewels, were there to shine. The flowery scent of Chanel No.5 still lingered on his shirt. His mother had once denounced it as the “perfume of show girls.” He knew exactly how she’d feel about the scene. “Cards, … Read More The Club
Charm me, darling Perchance I forget “Behind every song is an untold story,” he said. With a gentle nudge He whispered, “Come dance.” The notes began from silence And in the still, I fell Drunk on him Time signatures filled the room Apollo cradled Calliope As the music played on Lyrics overtook me Words slipped like honey from my tongue … Read More Charming
He turned the dial on the radio. Another voice took over, silenced the demon. This voice scorched through his skin from surface to core. Notes rose, touched the ceiling and dropped to the floor. The alto voice admonished and enchanted as the lyrics hugged father and daughter. Nina Simone, “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny room with passion and spirit, nestled … Read More A Beautiful Moment
Cygnus Aratus I stepped through the forest and stood at the edge of a pond The surface rippled forth to kiss my feet Unexpected, a flash of red A black swan glided, weightless upon opaque waters Slowly it circled Majestic, proud, head held high Enchanted, I stood. As if illustrated on the pages of a fairy tale.
This is a draft version of the narrator’s “voice;”I will continue to polish the piece. The narrator’s name is, Justus and he is about to leave on a mission. It is from a fictional piece I am writing. This chapter is in the narrator’s POV. ❤ “Justus, Get up! Hurry.” Urgent words enter my dream. Their pitch notes rising as I attempt to … Read More The Messenger