M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 84
May 11, 2020
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash Its official! Ive finall...
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash Its official! Ive finally finished tinkering with my current book! It is now at proofreading stage, and I think there will also be a follow up story because I love this little world Ive created; planning is in progress for that. Which means I spent the morning playing with a spreadsheet so I am a very happy thing 
Diary Drabble: Deism
She believed in kindness. Generosity. Acting on instinct and listening to her gut. On a crisp winters morning, or watching the last rays of the setting sun, she might even understand deism. Though what god would look at this wondrous landscape without wishing it free of scars? What deity could stand idle, watching its own creations suffer? None that she could believe in nor would want to when religion allowed the mistreatment of others and persecution of those so far from home. No belief,...
May 9, 2020
A Restless Heart
Im on my lunch break; youve got about twenty minutes.
Tyler took in the clipped tone, the work scrubs, and the stern look on Matis face over their Skype call, and wondered how Asher would get through to her through a laptop screen when he couldnt face to face.
Thanks, Mati, we really appreciate you taking the time for us, Asher said with an easy smile, appearing unhurried. Mati gave a cautious nod back, and cleared her throat.
So? What do you want?
I wanted to run a...
May 8, 2020
No Special Occasion
This was no special occasion. Not an anniversary, or an oops, Ive pissed you off, let me make it up to you. Or even an Ive had a bad day, I need to feel you close to me. Just an intimate kind of evening with nothing to concentrate on but themselves.
Mark returned from his shower to find Rob asleep on their bed, one hand curled underneath the corner of Marks pillow and the other creeping forward across the sheets. Mark smiled; sleeping Rob wasnt peaceful, or younger looking, or any of the...
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash Its official! Ive finall...
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash Its official! Ive finally finished tinkering with my current book! It is now at proofreading stage, and I think there will also be a follow up story because I love this little world Ive created; planning is in progress for that. Which means I spent the morning playing with a spreadsheet so I am a very happy thing
May 6, 2020
No Pardon
There is darkness snared around your heart.
I think I left it there when I led you astray, to sin.
I ask not for pardon, nor the chance to restart,
I cannot return to a place where I did not begin
Read the rest in Shades of Me 
At Three In The Morning
My attempt at the daily drivel things Ive been doing on and off for the past few weeks turned into a sneak peek from the book Im almost done writing, told from an alternative point of view. Its just a silly domestic scene, spawned because my random word generator spat the word sneak at me. Enjoy!
Okay. So how the hell is he getting out of this without both revealing himself and making, potentially, the biggest mess he has ever made? At least in this room. Was it even worth it? All this...
May 5, 2020
Goaded
Jay. I am 34 years old. It is not a question of not knowing how to. Do you honestly believe that just because I havent tried something before, that I couldnt?
Dean studies Jays face in that way he does when Jay knows hes being an idiot but just keeps on talking anyway, and waits.
Uh Jay stumbles, feeling lost for any kind of meaningful words.
Hes known Dean coming up to four years now, and on some days Jay still cant work out how the two of them have become such good friends. Where Jay is...
Daily Drivel – pointless
what was the point of
all we gave up if we go
back to how things were
May 4, 2020
I By Midnight
If I die this night,
This is still my shrine.
Ive wished him willing,
In giving in,
Dripping with sin
While bright light shines.
Midnight stills.
In wishing Ill find him mine,
I smile.
Rising,
While inside Im shrinking,
Missing him.
Killing time.
This night.
Insipid instincts find him still,
Inked in instilled thinking,
While wishes diminish
Like white wine in dimming shine.
In time, Ill pine.
Ill smile.
Find life fine.
Still.
Instinct wills it
Midnight time.
Finding him willing,
Wishing him mine.
© M K Lee
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