M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 106

Storm

Skies blacken overhead like slate,
Clouds gorged on vapour gluttony.
Prophetic flood anticipate…

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Tainted By Our Choices

Tainted by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.

Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But...

He Looks At Her

He looks at her like a man stranded in a vast, arid desert

And she is an oasis with a crystal clear waterfall.

He looks at her like a man starving, and, having not eaten for days,

Finds himself stumbling into a banquet hall.

He looks at her like a man who has lived his life in a cold, deep cave,

And she is the hot, bright, blinding sun.

He looks at her, like a man who has never believed in a god,

But has found pure, irrefutable proof that there is one.

And when she turns to him,

When her gaze falls upon his face,

She looks at him like he is… everything,

...

Baggage

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This room is bare now. The stripped bedding lays at the foot of the bed, the curtains sit drawn back into their ties, and the thick pine wardrobe looms ominously as though it will topple at any moment.

My luggage is packed and out in the hallway, and the tied-up bin bag waits to be deposited in the refuse bin at the end of the gravel drive.

I sigh, and reach my hand down to the baggage at my feet.

“What are you doing with that?” you say, accusation in your voice.

I feel my throat seize up against the words that wan...

To Forget

Rebound sex is supposed to be messy. Sweat stained sheets and spit-slick lips, no thoughts other than want, no feelings but release, a momentary pause in the heartache to remind that life goes on.

This bar, just the right side of sleazy, is perfect.

A room thick with bodies, the heat from the summer sun so heavy that the atmosphere in the bar feels almost smoky, and liquor on tap to smooth the way for getting exactly what you came for.

A wall of sound that is the disembodied conversations of other...

Wedding Vows

They told me life was empty, only monochrome to see.
You paint my world a canvas bright; a dazzling place to be.
Those broken roads, off beaten tracks, I wandered to find you.
The horizon is focused now, in everything I do.
I take a nervous step towards you; it turns into a run.
They taught me life was meaningless. You showed me: life is fun.
Your hand in mine, a strength entwined, doubts scattered in the wind.
You gave belief I never knew, a reason t...

Can We Go Back?

I remember the first day you held my hand.
Your fingertips paused at my wrist, waiting, hesitant,
Then caressing their path across my palm.
You slipped your fingers through mine and held on,
And I could talk of magnetism, electric,
Forces that for us have no name or meaning,
The very air settling, wrapping around in embrace,
But it would mean nothing.
Would not capture how it felt to belong,
To not doubt, to know inner peace for once.
I cannot find the words. I don’t think there are enough of them,
And my tongue’s too simple to pick the brightest, bejeweled ones out
That would do any justice to you.
Besides, you’re the one with th...

Words

I bind myself with ribbons of cruel words and barbed-wire strings.
Force gag into my mouth, swallow down a million things
I want to say.

Words are like hurricanes.
Whirling, turning, spinning out disaster,
Ripping limbs from homes and loves from lives,
The eye passing but a moment, then shredding skin like knives…

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The Military Wife

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From the eyes of a military spouse: why you should never marry a soldier.

She always swore she’d never fall for a soldier.

Vivid childhood memories of Sunday afternoons spent after a huge roast dinner wedged between her grandparents had somehow taught her that. Her grandfather had served in the RAF during the Second World War, and his stories of the things he could tell her about played on her mind from an early age; the unspoken stories behind his eyes too horrific for her young mind to comprehend. But it...

Stranded

In a sea of green, you left her,
Stranded from the land that she called home.
And though you know you cannot be without her,
You chose to stray, and go where she can’t roam…

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