A dog, his boy, and an unforgettable adventure.
Tag: Creative Writing
Monster
I didn't sleep well last night. I don't know why. Was it the food? Was it the wine? Maybe. It's more likely that my brain had a hundred things inside of it all going off at once. Do you know what that's like? Of course you do. Everybody has those moments at some point. Anxiety… Continue reading Monster
The True Face of Winter
There was a time that I had believed Winter to be a loving and caring sister to Autumn; maybe lovingly wrap her sister in a thick blanket and tuck her in for a long nap. I'd always imagined that she would gently sing lullabies to her sister until she fell asleep. Then, as Autumn took… Continue reading The True Face of Winter
Sleep Takes Us
Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the small makeshift tent. A thin layer of white frost lined the inside of the rough canvas fabric, though she didn't pay it much attention. Tonight, Emma's mind was wandering far from any such concern. The darkness of the early morning swirled about her; the fire had… Continue reading Sleep Takes Us
The Weeping Willow
Do you remember when we used to sit beneath the willow? The big one with the branches drooping into the water? It seemed almost like it had dipped its fingers into the slow, cool current just to get some relief from the summer heat. We used to sit beneath the bough of that tree and… Continue reading The Weeping Willow
Darkness in Light
She looked up at the night sky, shivering as the wind picked up and the tall, thin trees around her began to groan like giants awakened from a long slumber. A soft whisper turned into a loud hiss and the cold autumn air threw brown crisp leaves down at her in an effort to bring… Continue reading Darkness in Light
Forgotten
The October sun rose lazily over the treetops, casting a deep orange glow over the misty river valley. With each passing minute, it rose higher and higher, stretching as if waking from a long, deep sleep. Small beams of light crept through the tips of the gnarled and scorched black pines, like long fingers ever… Continue reading Forgotten
Where There’s Smoke
Emma breathed deeply as her eyes slowly and reluctantly opened, stinging from the harsh morning light that pierced through the trees above. She did not move; her surroundings steadily took shape about her and she continued to stare upwards as her vision gradually adjusted to the unforgiving brightness. A horrible, unshakeable pain rang through the… Continue reading Where There’s Smoke
In the Shadows
The distant rumble of thunder swept over the gently swaying treetops of the old pines as Emma slowed for a moment to rest her chilled and aching feet. The muddy road beneath her slowly gave way to her rain-soaked leather boots, and she frantically scanned the road ahead in hopes of finding some sign of… Continue reading In the Shadows
Waiting
A sudden sharp hiss and suddenly the flame jumped to life, releasing a small acrid cloud into the dark air that surrounded it. The fire danced gently as it moved forward, slowly licking at the wick of the candle before it split off, giving birth to a new light. The gloomy room gently came in… Continue reading Waiting
The CJBuzz 