M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 87
April 20, 2020
Diesel
By day she plays make believe in her grandparents pantry, pretending she is in the cab of a train. But by night the train takes her to all kinds of places, making frequent stops at an abandoned platform where she fears shell never escape. Is it merely the stuff of nightmares, or is there a more grisly story to tell?
The pantry cupboard in my grandparents house was next to the front door.
It occupied a floor space of barely a square metre, but there was space enough for shelf upon shelf of...
New book coming soon!
Update! Proofreading is mostly done, if tomorrow goes to plan this could be available later in the week!
This is a collection of nine short stories about women loving women, some nothing but sweet and laid back, and the others a little more energetic! I promise mostly happy things, and lots of happy endings, of all kinds!
Daily Drivel – The Painting
Hello! Todays random word was faded:
The painting has faded dismally from its original colouring.
The bumps and ridges of paint smoothed and slathered on to canvas are still visible,
Though have also softened over time.
In sunlight,
It is impossible to tell the subtle change in shades
Picking out all the details of the leaves in the trees,
Or bricks in the wall of the old house that stands as monument to another era.
There is a hint of water,
Though for its paleness it is difficult to distinguish a...
April 19, 2020
Before Too Long
I kept your last message and played it on repeat to help me sleep.
It took me to a place where you were safe, and here, and whole.
And now, theres no excuse, and no way for me to keep
You here. Youre gone, youve left, you stole
Away from this world, switching out the light
And leaving everything starlit and cold,
No longer happy, vibrant, no longer bright,
Without you here, the days just get old.
Theres no life here now that youre gone,
I hope to follow you before too long.
© M K Lee
April 18, 2020
A Restless Heart
Well, thats quite the welcome into your home.
Tyler winced first for the tease in Xaviers voice as his eyes slid down over his bare chest, and second for the shattering sound coming from somewhere behind them.
Hi, he said, ushering him in, that residual sick, panicky feeling he normally had churning in his stomach for being at home lessening just for seeing Xavier. Though he couldnt honestly tell if it was because Xaviers presence might help with the ghost, or...
April 17, 2020
Beck
I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call
If youll finally find the words to say.
Will you miss me, or not notice Im gone at all?
Are there any memories that you recall
Now that I have finally stepped away?
I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call.
I tell myself, stand proud, keep my walk tall,
But knowing you dont care makes my resolve fray:
Will you miss me, or not notice Im gone at all?
Now that Ive deleted you from life and all,
I fight back thoughts about you every...
April 16, 2020
Daring To Be
There is a feeling, a draw, a pull that he cant quite put a name to, an urge he doesnt think he has the experience to understand.
Its when he looks at him, when he sees him, when he knows him, like nobody else in his world ever has.
Its when he touches him, soft, in passing, that discreet brush of fingers against his arm that roots him deep, grounds him like hell never need to fear again, yet sends him spinning off balance as though he has replaced his gravity with something different,...
New book coming soon!
This thing has been a work in the making! A collection of short stories about women who love women; now in final proofreading stages so should be coming very soon!
Daily Drivel – Marked
Hello! Todays random word was soulmate.
The mark appeared on the inside of his wrist on a Tuesday morning, forming in his bleary-eyed vision as he slowly woke. At first, Adam assumed it was nothing more than yet more evidence of the hazards of being clumsy, dragging himself up to sit to begin the latest game of guess my bruise. But as he blinked his eyes, even rubbed the heels of his hands against them to rid him of sleep, the mark stood out clearer. It was a vague crescent shape with one...
April 15, 2020
Articulate
If I could eloquently find the words
To articulate fuck you,
Id smile sweetly, raise a finger,
And all my careful deception, undo.
You dont get to be different
If the outcome is the same:
The one where Im left feeling worthless
And Ive just myself to blame.
Because the thing is, I let you do it,
Flaunt the things that cut so deep,
So heres my new, resilient, FUCK YOU.
That life you say you dont want is yours to keep.
© M K Lee
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