M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 162

April 21, 2017

A Wasted Evening

It’s time to give up.

This wasn’t meant for you, anyway, not really, wasn’t something you ever dreamed you’d get to experience. And look how right you were about that; nothing has happened between you at all. Not for all those looks, those lingering fingers that have pressed into your skin in passing, nor the whisper of a thousand unspoken words, that all of the holy sonnets would have paled in comparison to, if only you could hear them said out loud.

He doesn’t want you. Or in truth, he does...

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April 20, 2017

By Candlelight

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April 19, 2017

Tainted By Our Choices – Extract

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Jack stretched up just enough to peek down through the tinted glass of his office window at the protesters gathered outside holding hand painted placards and could only bring himself to sigh. They had moved in that morning, encroaching on all the best parking spaces in the parking lot and chanting angry slogans that Jack thought perhaps were kind of funny but would do nothing to stop what was going to happen.

The fracking would be going ahead, whether anyone objected to it or not. Works had...

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April 18, 2017

Tumble

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April 17, 2017

Behind The Scenes: Beware

Beware started out as, and still is, a poem on my treeofpoe blog – you can read the original version here if you wish.

This is a ghost story, and a ghost the stuff of nightmares, since it’s one that can do actual, physical harm. I wrote this at a turning point in my life where I stopped believing in ghosts and anything spiritual/supernatural, and if you knew me back then, you would know that this is the kind of story I would have avoided reading at bedtime and/or slept with the light on after...

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April 15, 2017

Sunday Thinking

Once upon a time, it was possible to turn on the news to keep yourself informed, and though the world has been forever messed up, when the news was over, it would invariably end with a story about a skateboarding squirrel, or a surfing Labrador, or some other, cutesy thing that would put a smile on our faces even when we turned away from our screens and looked back into the often-awfulness that is our world.

The news format changed. Gone are the skateboarding squirrels (although we’re fairly...

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April 14, 2017

Point of No Return

“You remember when we-”

He says, a reminiscent smile on his face as he leans on the terrace railing and stares out over the water. His voice fades away, but you don’t need him to finish the words, because you do; you do remember. A small boat, white with a navy blue trim around its flank. Sea spray striking your skin as wind whipped up your hair. Your hands on the steering wheel, though he was the one steering; pressed up tight against your back with his hands around your middle, gentle finge...

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April 13, 2017

To Be Tethered

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April 12, 2017

Tainted By Our Choices

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 when the place that became home had the heart sucked right out of it, and all around him was the remnants of a life he wouldn’t get to have, Jack ran, at the first opport...

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Handwriting Envy…

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I’ve always dreamed of being the kind of person who could pick up a beautiful notebook and scribble away my ideas in beautiful, legible handwriting. Nope. Not even a chance. I could blame my lefthandedness, my impatience, the way my brain trips over the words it thinks so everything comes out in the jumble, but the truth is, I’m terrible at handwriting. Even when I force myself not to scribble and to ‘write neatly’, give it a sentence or two and I’m back to a style of writing I like to call...

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