"The Rescue" The shock from the fox regeneration, (from Chapter 1)sent an intense spasm through Bella’s body. It started at the base of her neck, traveled down her spine and snapped her curly tail straight like the whip of a muleskinner. Traffic whirred by. A string of orange barrels dotted the rural state road, … Continue reading Chapter 2
The Elder Sitting quietly grinning, taking a well earned rest The Elder watches the little ones, putting their youth to the test. Not so long ago, she wore buckskin and tended pastoral sheep, Cared for her babies, singing them softly off to sleep, Off to war in a far off land protecting freedom, she never … Continue reading The Elder
Thank you to those who have encouraged me. Peace
Harmony.... If there is power in kindness, harmony is the fuel that feeds it. ..... Accept the fact that others(even those you despise) have the same right to the pursuit of happiness as you.
..victims can be so beaten down that sadly this abuse provides a sense of security. Knowing that they (the chains) are if nothing else, always there.
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? My senses suddenly become sharper,, ears feel hot, "tick...tock"..I hear a clock ticking nearby Tick tock, tick tock Survival mode, pupils dilate Tick Tock... Why is the door locked? Tick tock... I feel I should run but my feet weigh heavy like … Continue reading Frozen in Time by Raymond Roy
The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees. Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder. Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand. Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and … Continue reading The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry
I will rise.... Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze, above the clouds, I rise with ease. Like Ironman flying, I rise above, Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love. Gone is the weight of daily drama, Which one is better, Bush, Reagan or Obama? I will rise, here souls have no gender, doctrine … Continue reading “I Will Rise” by Raymond Roy #poetry #iwillrise
"You Must Like Butter" By Raymond Roy #writephotoThe bright yellow flowers were reminiscent of when as a child, we would hold a dandelion under each other’s chin. If your chin reflected yellow, it meant you liked butter. The fringes on the brand new fat rubber tires created a whirring sound as the whipped against the … Continue reading “You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse
“Residential” Farm By Raymond Roy As the priest drove away, painted smiles on my new guardians, transformed into distorted scowls akin to grotesque masks in a Twilight zone episode. The Mister, seethed,“Well Mrs., looks like we have that summer labor we’ve been prayin fer.” Mister was a scrawny crotchety person. Shoulders bare, void faded blue … Continue reading Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction