• November

    This is based on a short story I had to read in high school. No clue what the story was, but it mentioned JFK’s assassination, so I thought I would post it today since it’s just a few days after the anniversary of his death. As darkness fell As the street lights flickered on As the white snow fell And turned to gray On a wintry day On a November night The day the President died I cried not for him. Instead my tears Were for another I cried for a friend A friend I lost. I felt my sadness Welling inside me Pushing itself to the surface To flow…

  • Glimmer, part 6

    Crazy people. Crazy world. Nothing is reasonable. Nothing makes sense. Darkness all around. Don’t care. Haven’t cared. Why should I start now? Nothing changes. They’ll be back. They want the story. Must be late. They need sleep. I don’t. What do I care for them? Idiots. That’s all they are. Can’t find the others. I’m the only one they have. Should I feel tired? Wasn’t made that way. Revenge. That’s all I want. Dr. Tobias and Dr. Russell will die. If they aren’t already dead. No windows in this place. Can’t see the sky. Do I really care? No. The idiocy of humans irks me. Think they can have everything.…