Zoph

"The Apartment" I have not left my apartment for three days. I have no more time left to waste now. My novel is already four weeks past its deadline; my agent is getting angry with me. But I can't for the life of me find the next sentence, or where I must take Ambrose, Johnson, Richards and Carey. A spelunking adventure for lost gold has gone awry. The mine shaft has collapsed on them. They've begun to dig their way out. Soon they will meet tragedy and I hope for God's sake and my own they make it out of there alive. Johnson is dying from internal bleeding, Carey will be driven mad. Ambrose is leading the way for the four friends back to day

I had a dream once; it was like most other dreams like in the same way that sisters are similar or that red is like yellow, which is not at all but like a dream that lives the life of a spark born, glowing brightly, fading, gone, until only loose, see-through memories live on and beyond. In my dream I was far, far away from here, over the hills and the oceans and the grassy horizons, maybe I took an airplane or a train, but I had a reason to go there, I know for sure because in all my dreams there is something, or someone waiting for me over those hills, those oceans. I remember most of all, the setting sunlight, poking out from

Dream a Little Dream… Twilight faded as a young man walked into the town. Behind him stood a mountain surrounded by a dark forest, and he had emerged from the cobblestone path in the middle of dawn. The trees from the forest arched over the pathway out, and within there was only blackness. Few mortals dared to enter that forest. The man did not know who he was or where he had come from, and he wasn't quite sure even if he had passed through that forest or even why it was considered dangerous, or if all forests in this place were considered hostile lands. One by one, stars began to dissipate and fall out of the sky as sunlight began to illumi

[b]Memoirs[/b] "I don't remember much about when I was born," grandpa's book began, "but I can tell you now there wasn't really much worth remembering back then." Judy and Edward were flipping through an older book they had discovered among grandpa's possessions. The book was massive, and when they had found it Edward made a point to look at the last page, discovering it to be far into the four thousands. It was leather-bound and gilded, but old and dusty; the two had never seen an older (or bigger) book in their short lives. It continued: "It wasn't exactly the dawn of time, but certainly close. Maybe by a couple minutes or so." "You see,"

Moving on... -------------------------------- IN WHICH THE ANGELS SING (with music by Benny Goodman) The car rolled off, and I relaxed back into my seat. I sighed and took a deep breath as I watched the streetlights fly past in the night and rain. The time was something past eleven, and I was just waking up. An assassin has no place in the daylight, it seems. Even during the day, I have trouble sleeping. Paranoia maybe; that whole 'sleep with one eye open' adage applied to me well. More than enough people in this city wanted me dead, but it's almost disenchanting to see that most of those people eventually find their own end on the far si

Ishthar's essence burns in you; Free as the foxglove you stand proud and true But deep inside lives a Squall of pain That blocks yourself from expressing your flame. When the time comes, call upon this knight of snow, And then I will brave the tempest of your soul; To show you that life is more than woe. Tell me what it is you hold so dear, so that I may banish your darkest fear. By daylight, twilight, or moonlight's soft stare, This ambivalent spirit will always be there.

I long for the lover of another heart My symphatic soul, to come to my side So we may be together forever in faith, in compassion, for all our times I see her visage, in my dreams at night she beckons me; "Come Hither", by starlight her hair flows silver, her skin crystalline eyes whispering of azure locked on mine A sheer beauty radiates from her soul, I'm trapped forever in the harness of her glow And my dreams, I pray they will never end or my angel rings true, my heart she mends I will wait until my epochal dove brings me the gift of sweetness and love.