M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 97
February 4, 2020
#writephoto Cursed
For the #writephotodaybreak bySue Vincent
There is no curse like the dawn of day
And its inevitability of starting over again
To taunt that he could never stay.
Even these clouds ridicule. First the grey;
Thin, wispy things promising release, yet come morning, won’t bring me rain—
There is no curse like the dawn of day—
Then, those tinted pink and yellow by ray
Serve only to highlight that to hope, and to love was done in vain,
To taunt that he could never stay.
Why should I rise...
February 3, 2020
Win
Clarity. No, seriously? Honestly?! But of course I’m bemused!
Bewildered, in a happy kind of way. And no longer confused.
Because….sweetheart… I know them. All. I know their habits,
I know their patterns, the things they won’t admit.
So. Parading your ‘win’ like some sort of…trophy…
Honey… what are you trying to achieve? Marking your territory?
If you feel the need to do that still,
After all this time, clearly you believe more in my worth than I ever will.
Which, crazily, makes me happy.
...
February 2, 2020
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.
BlurbMeet 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....
February 1, 2020
A Restless Heart
“Hey. Hey. You okay?”
Disoriented and pulling back in alarm from the tugging on his ankle, Tyler gasped himself awake. He fought his way into a sitting position, sliding until propped up by the coffee table digging into his back.
“Hey. Are you with me?”
With a sharp look up that made his vision blur, Tyler found the concerned eyes of a woman staring back at him, glancing over him where he was sprawled out.
“I—”
“Your door was open. I was on my way home with groceries,”...
January 31, 2020
To Be Tethered
Dale is leaving Lee behind to do what he must; this is their last moment before he goes, full of promises for his return.
“Come here.”
It’s not a hand Lee’s extending but a lifeline, or rather a tether, a reason to stay exactly where he is, dead centre of this room with its walls whispering memories and its floors echoing stories of a life lived here, that Dale won’t get to see again for a long few months.
Dale stumbles where he’s usually certain, raising his fingers unsteadily until his...
January 30, 2020
Labels: Not For Me
Labels.
Am I sick of the implication of the word, label.
Worn with pride on the lapel
of a no-doubt brand-labelled jacket for all to see,
Something to enlighten me about who I’m to be?
Does it comfort? Excuse? Inspire?
No. It turns a solitary flame of doubt into an all-engorging fire
That rages and burns and then; who’s to blame
when there’s nothing left but cinders and shame?
Labels.
Loner. Dreamer. Commitmentphobe.
Depressed. Anxious. ‘In a mood.’
And my favourite to despise: abnormal.
...
January 29, 2020
As Nature Intended
When you first learn that you are an Omega, you learn all sorts of things you never imagined you would need to know when you were growing up. The essentials: Heat suppressants, scent masking, how to handle an Alpha that is scenting you, and of course, the laws that are in place to protect you, in a society that is accepting and progressive, yet still has elements of its attitudes stuck firmly in the past. You also learn that through no fault of your own, or conscious effort, it is...
January 28, 2020
The Good Listener
The words coming out of my mouth
Are not the ones that inhabit my head.
They cling to my tongue, suckered and barbed there,
Crawling back home. Delivering platitudes to you instead
Of what I want to say.
Or what I need to say
About the demons keeping court in there late at night.
But its alright –
I’m still your listener.
My only purpose here’s to hear your plight.
January 27, 2020
Tomorrow
When did tomorrow become too late?
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll tell him. Tomorrow I’ll find the words to sum up all the chaos that’s been turning paces round the inside of my skull for a lifetime.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll stop making excuses, find courage that I tell myself I have for every other occasion when for this, courage seems like an impossible task.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll call, tomorrow I’ll say something, tomorrow I’ll be the person I could be, were I only to open my mouth.
Tomorrow....
#writephoto: The Cave
For the #writephotoEntrance bySue Vincent
The depths of the cave called as welcome reprieve from the unrelenting midday sun. Flask empty and mouth dry, Kieren ambled over the rocky grass verge, fingers digging into brittle patches for support as he made his way down. His ankle twinged from an earlier stumble, and his neck was surely beacon-like for the steady, painful pulsing of his skin.
The cave air wasblissful; damp, and cool. A trickle from its depths promised a taste of water that for...
