Fantasy Stories

Each passing day plunges you further into the heartbreaking depths of my fractured mind. I am not speaking about the depths which touch my heart. The depths which make me feel every ounce of hurt and pain, causing me to curl into a ball at night with tears staining my cheeks. I am referring to the other kind. The kind of darkness which doesn’t distinguish between good and bad memories, but blots everything out as if you never existed. I can no longer remember how the honey chap-stick tasted upon my lips after we kissed. Your face is a blur, and…

Dear Friend, It has been a long while since we have talked. I remember we used to spend more time with one another than without. You knew me better than myself once upon a time, yet I dare say things have changed. I am no longer the boy you once knew. Ten years have passed since you even laid eyes on me. However there was never a time when I called you anything but friend, to listening ears that is. You were my best friend growing up. Well, one of my best friends. I say that because you were and…

The nights are torture. My dreams tear at me and when I wake, you are gone. You haven’t been there for some time but the pain and the hurt are fresh. It feels as if you abandoned me, even though I know that is far from the truth of things. Yet when I wake the first thing which greets me are tears and an overwhelming sadness which makes me bitter. The sunrise isn’t pretty or refreshing, it is a reminder that I will have to live another day without you. Maybe even worse, with you. With seeing you happy and…

There is a calm hidden in everyone. It is under the snow and the rain and the hail. It is a leaf the color of sunset lying on the ground and teetering in the wind. It is a flower opening petals toward the sun and brushing off the morning dew as it stretches for the sky. It is the sapling of a pine tree breaking through moist ground and preparing to plant its roots in an unknown place for the rest of its life. Yet in our short lives we focus on the storm and how each moment is different…

When I was young time passed by in minutes and hours. Homework would take me thirty minutes and then I would read for thirty minutes and then I would go over to my friends for an hour or two. Chores would take an hour or two on the weekends and so on and so forth. Then I started to view life in days. I had school five days a week and I was free for two days. This developed to include work as well. I would attend school four days a week, my first job five days a week and…

Missed are the days we used to have. Missed are the days we used to live life to the fullest. We used to be one but no longer. Now it is You and I. It started when I walked down brightly light corridors and peeked through glass doors into the rooms beyond. Dreams and aspirations unfolded before my eyes. I was entranced by the possibilities behind the thin transparent barriers. They felt soo close, as if I could reach through and grasp them. Then You called after me, requesting I bring one back for us to enjoy. I tried to…

The time has come my friend, To rest your weary head, Take to the sky and ascend,   I dare not lie or pretend, A piece of my heart has fled, The time has come my friend,   This mortal world you shall transcend, With words unwritten and unread, Take to the sky and ascend,   I can not begin to comprehend, The love left you have spread, The time has come my friend,   Under the earth you shall descend, With the angels you now tread, Take to the sky and ascend,   These mournful hearts left behind will…