The Towers


The Towers stand above us,

With windows for them to see

To see everything I do

To keep constant watch on me.

There is no way to leave,

We cannot escape here,

We are bound in this place

Surrounded by ears that always hear.

And the sun may shine,

And the flowers will bloom,

But it will be worth to us nothing,

Because we are trapped here.


The Long and Short of It

I like to challenge myself in my writing from time to time. This is me challenging myself to write a 50 word story.

pexels-photo-331092A storm. Shouting voices. A voice yells, “A dirty cheater belongs in the dirt.” And then the sunrise came and the only remains a pair of scuffed shoes sticking out of a new hill forever.