Kira Ruthlynne

She stared out into the terrain ahead of her…barren and empty except for an overgrown path leading into the unknown hills. The hill rolled in temptation of an Oasis within, even a large castle loomed in the distance upon a grassy knoll….glistening in the sun calling out ‘Home’ to her. There was no other place to go or wander that interested her- just emptiness wasteland of dry ground where not even a home could be set-upon. Looking ahead into the fern abyss she could see the

She gazed across the murky blue of the ocean.. Its dark depths a haunting memory of days buried deep in her mind... The salty air breathed kisses upon her skin as her feet tasted the sandy shore of the beach. The sun was setting.. A cloud fire of hues warming the sky... Even though the surroundings were beautiful and the sea calm..her heart weighed heavy. Her mind tormented by thoughts and body guided by the aimlessness.... The sea was calming though...the only sound t

I reached through the dark... Grasping for the other side... Seeking what I could not find... A mirror stood in its place...reflecting the simplicity of my face... Time seemed to slow as I gazed...watched... the stranger in the mirror.... Barely recognizing myself....the creases and wrinkles...the dryness of the skin...and the paleness of the eyes.... It was the eyes that creeped me out the most.... Hollow...weak...color almost gone... like the life had been drained from he

I feel the darkness coming....approaching in familiar ways... I can’t escape....it stifles my breathing....closes around my heart... It’s weight pulling me down... I’m trying to fight it off...trying to look past its depth into the light ahead... Ohhh...how the light warms me...comforts me...completes me...how I long to be enraptured in its illuminating depths....forevermore... But Fear takes over me...Doubts control my senses...I am lost... I feel too much.. Ache too

Darkness enters...my mind is fogged...scared and confused...feeling lost. What do I do now? My heart is open...bruised by thoughts.. Left to the blackness of the unknown...emotions scattered...givin out like a seeping wound... Yearning...unanswered... Wanting...unreciprocated... Loneliness replacing all that is left.... Emptiness resides...as I wait....Hoping in you...

Becuase of you i am worthy.. Becuase of you i am whole... Because of you i am no longer lost... Because of you i am wonderful.... I am true and real and special because i have found you and you have let me in... You have forgivin me before i even trespass and i need no other thing but from what you give and have for me... I am complete and set free for you have brought me back to life from the death of blindness.. Oh my sweet Lord....you have made me who i am, my good

Where are you? Emptiness resides now that you are gone. The silence of my days stretch before me as loneliness creeps in. Everything one-sided, communication empty, forced and phony, trust gone. Tried and betrayed, giving chances that go astray. Yet, I sit and wait…anticipating your return…aware that I wait for nothing. Lost, confused…unsure what to do- while you're uncaring. Saddened…my heart heavy with the solitude from the lack of your presence…I must move on. Cannot let y

The mansion on the corner street was a favorite place for kids to fear or mischievous kids in my brothers case. One long night after the house had been strangely taken down, my brother told me a different kind of bed time story. This story took place a year ago when he and a friend dared venture into the house. From a small crumple note found within, they made up a story of the past residents that they thought suited the abandoned house. Looking obligingly out the window, a

Once I had hoped for a good to overtake my evil. I’m not the every day evil who goes out and murders someone…no way…it’s something way more ritualistic than that...something that is kept deepen the dungeons of wet slimy walls and dead carcasses of overotted rats. I go there…in fact I go there often, sometimes in my sleep. This place knows no evil, it knows nothing else but the smell of stained blood and rotted guts. Have you been there? It’s even better in the summer…where th

I drifted in the shadows of the burning fireplace staring into its crimson glow. I placed my empty wineglass on the mantel piece and my thoughts drifted to my past and the bringing of the present, wondering what was to become of it all. There where ghosts at the back door and at the front. What was I suppose to do? To run? To hide? Such nonsense answers with no solutions. I would open the front door to find strange myths and illusions of what lay beyond. Turning I’s slip to

Long ago, when the land was made up of margarine soils and the root of trees, the sand and snow, there lived an existence of gnigomites. They were half gnome and half midgets, but because they were different, they were shunned from their lands in hatred and laughed at by all the people. Not because they were ugly their beauty sufficed all eternal mysteries and splendor. Nature was drawn to them, hypnotized by their aura and innocence. There was one particular gnigomite name

Sullenly, I walked onto the snow filled night, I could feel the snow upon my naked feet. I looked up at the glowing moon to see is shining brightly over the earth’s frosty surface. Tears began to fall…but I didn’t notice, all I could…would allow myself to feel was the penetrating cold and my feet becoming numb as Fiona Apple’s song went through my head, “And it’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion…” Slowly, I began my walk, wearing only my nightgown and a blank

Quietly she slipped out of the door and into the desolate alley. The smell of garbage and of inhuman death reached out at her through the darkness. Scrunching her nose in distaste she pulled up the cloak hood and tightened it around her body. It still was bone-freezing cold no matter what thickness she wore...and that troubled her. She picked up her pace conscious of the alley’s eerie stillness and harboring murkiness. She shouldn’t have left, she thought, knowing he’d notice