M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 75
June 13, 2020
A Restless Heart
Chapter 21
The heat of earlier in the day had dropped altogether by the time Tyler made it out of his apartment building, pacing back and forth outside of it not knowing what to do. He set out in the direction of Xavier’s to begin with before spinning back in guilt, sure Asher and Xavier couldn’t have gone too far.
Perhaps they’d stopped for a drink before going in, or were already on their way back to Xavier’s.
Tyler dialed both of their numbers again, a sickeni...
June 12, 2020
Envy of Effortless
There is something so artful about the phrase spilled ink.
A deliberate nudge to a thick glass bottle
Followed by a dull thud against hard, polished wood,
The ink seeping into its grain,
Wicking through paper,
Leaving a perfect puddle in its wake
Along with the inevitable droplets in accompaniment
As though placed by some masterful, artistic hand as an aesthetic afterthought.
For those who spill ink, I do not spill ink; I don't even splatter it.
For your spill, my envy is more of a roarin...
Love is Love
The stars did not go out tonight.
No inky canopy lost its sparkle, nor did the light grow dim.
No flames were extinguished tonight.
Embers still caress wicks and flare a rainbow of colours in their kiss.
Hope did not fail tonight.
Dreams and wishes still whisper their wisdom and are kept, nurtured, alive within.
Love did not fade tonight.
No hatred, no torment, no blistering evil will ever grow strong enough to stop this.
Because love is love, and we are love,
And ...
June 11, 2020
June 10, 2020
Things That Go Bump In The Night – Chapter 10
Chapter 10
When Ryan woke again, he took a moment to try to work out when he’d fallen back to sleep, and then another to realize just how badly he needed to use the bathroom. With a grunt of effort and fighting back the cover that felt like it was made of chainmail instead of cotton and polyester, Ryan managed to drag himself to his feet, wobbling for just a second before righting himself.
“Ryan,” he heard rasped out urgently, turning to find Travis rushing around the bed with his arms...
Daily Drivel – Future
In the future, they said. Not in our lifetime, they dismissed. Yet everywhere we turn it’s happening here, and now, and everywhere. Those in the know are paid to discredit, while those still with morals despair at former colleagues. Those whose lives will be far more directly impacted than our own plead, and beg, and cry for our help to make a difference. That tiny portion with its grip on the world doesn’t listen, doesn’t even notice. Perhaps they feel their descendants will always be safe ...
June 9, 2020
Things That Go Bump In The Night – Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Ryan’s first thought when he looked up, was that there had to be a fire nearby for the amount of smoke that was filling the House of Mirrors. His second was a reminder that both the door, and much of the roof were missing, so there was no real reason for him to be trapped. And the third came when his eyes adjusted to the dark, with the realization that there was a smoke-shaped hand creeping closer and closer towards his neck.
Ryan pushed back, scuffing across the floor, hissi...
Daily Drivel – Cereal
Hello! Today’s random word was cereal; here, have a haiku
over cereal
they put the world to rights and
everyone was saved
June 8, 2020
Things That Go Bump In The Night – Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“So. We got… Chinese. Mexican. That pizza place, or—”
“There?”
Ryan turned to where Travis was pointing, recognizing the bar he’d been to previously.
“You sure?” Ryan asked again, nodding towards the bar to make sure. He had no objections either way, but if Travis wanted to try something different, he was more than happy to go along with it. “We don’t have to always—”
“Yes,” Travis nodded decisively, already stepping out to cross the street. “I want buffalo wings.”
...
Daily Drivel – Collective Breath
Hello! Today’s word was storm, and resulted in this haibun:
The clouds are rolling in, and there is a sense of doom to everything. Every moment there is a sense that we are holding a collective breath, waiting for the next catastrophe to unfold. Don’t you feel it? That sense of foreboding that says something is coming that is far bigger than any of us, that nothing will escape?
There is a storm that
When it hits will inundate
and annihilate.
If you have land, or money, or privilege, t...
