…the writer, given his age, felt that it was now or never. To grab hold of his dream of creating a world, defining an adventure, exploring the deep, deep crevacis of imagination — to paint pictures with words….
…Dom dropped, eyes reading the green. As he was hoping the safety had taken the speed challenge of covering Tone across the middle. That meant Jack was about to get the canon ball. He launched a sixty-yard bomb to the single-covered wideout. Easy Money. Touchdown….
This day had began just as all the days had over the past ten years. He awoke to a new surrounding, attached to a new person, waiting on light to give him a glimpse into that person’s life. There was always
…Doctor Williams had made the decision weeks before he signed the papers; he’d known the entire time what he would do, it just came with such a regretful weight he had waited. Maybe if he’d done it sooner, or even had he waited longer, things would’ve gone differently. He thought as he stared at the empty casket meant to represent his most incredibly phenomenal patient D’Amber Lyons. Ms. Lyons was a peculiar case, sixteen years young…
His only means of time telling were the rays of light coming through his window. The window…the window. It represented hope and the proof of an existence beyond these four walls — the four walls that worked his sanity like a master carpenter. Carving,
A poem by Remontz Written to my Mother ❤️ Mother’s Day 2019 The day July 26, 1990…had to be Unimaginable Prolly couldn’t imagine becoming a Mother the next day. Prolly couldn’t imagine giving birth in that way. You prolly couldn’t imagine the new life you’d make. Prolly couldn’t imagine any of my traits. Prolly couldn’tContinue reading “(Un)imaginable”
A poem by Remontz to my Aunt Written for Mother’s Day 2019 In an Aunt’s Hands When I think about the building blocks of a man, You are vital to the core that helps me stand. When I think about the building blocks of a man, I think about how I was first held inContinue reading “An Aunts Hands”
A poem by Remontz to my Grandmother written for Mother’s Day 2019 Super Hero When I was growing up I idolized Super Heroes; I would watch and emulate the episodes I’d seen. But Someone showed me not all heroes were make believe. When I was growing up I idolized Super Heroes; They had ice, fireContinue reading “Superhero”
….Her lips were still moist when the fist connected with them. T’Shai barely held her balance as the mead cooperated with the blow, she fought the urge to collapse and speared N’Taka to the ground, unloading a fury of elbows….
…downing all riders in short vicinity as well. The enemy Orcs were not far behind the projectiles. The two armies met in a violent crash of armour; bodies flew from spiked tails, headless Orc bodies dropped to the ground before the blood knew to spill, men shouted in agony as friendly fire from the Archer unit caught them instead of the enemy. The Knight witnessed the first of his casualties just like that, seconds into the fight….