“I write short stories, as well as full length novels, or manuscripts. I also write poetry too. I’m working on my skills by taking writing courses.”
Volume 1, Number 1 A Short Story by: Christopher Meredith The evening started out with little concern for misfortune, but he was convinced it would not endure. A short time later his instinct rang true. While on his watch, the ground above Wags and all around him started to shake and convulse with an intensity … The sun slowly slipped away to her rest, as we gathered around to do our best. Her colors of red, orange, and then some yellow, filled our souls as we felt the night mellow. We gradually descended the long, narrow stair. We’d been told it led to the devil’s own lair. We looked on our … The languishing twist of a broken heart. Fault to the nines, a shorn counterpart. Imminent thoughts ambush the soul, While distant memories raid the whole. Shadows of emotions dark and gray. Decaying to ruins as they betray. Incurred by the loss, a great tragedy. On thorns of hope, but beyond remedy. Spirit of my soul, … Any teller of a story, fable, or tale, Must command an audience well. Not only to wield the narration, But also a stretch of imagination. He’s not worth his own salt And surely stands at fault. As his tongue begins to wag, While the mind starts to stray. But you might give one his due … See what I have become, nonexistent, full of nonthingness. Placed inside the void, Out of the way into darkness. In the perversion of truth, All adrift, diluted. Numbered among the dead, for eternity, excluded. Unsettled, unwanted, unbegotten, cast about, throw away, forgotten. Was it all my imagination, or have I ever been? Did you really … I fear not, as Jesus Christ has shown, the first steps are mine, and mine alone. At long last I’ve been picked up again. Will I be checked out? Or simply remain? In my time I’ve been thrown and tossed. For many years I was hidden away, lost. What is that?! I feel my spine move, tingle, Like music to the soul steady jingle. He is making his way to the … My angel has flown away. I am adrift, she is gone. Bound beyond my seeing, No sunlight there has shone. The flower of the flock, still growing higher. The object of yearning, and my heart’s desire. My spirit broken by the fall, so beaten and mangled. Heartstrings in a knotted mass, left twisted, tied and … It is past the hour…but for what? Seems to me, we have all forgotten. It is past the hour, give of your heart. Do not divide or set some apart. It is past the hour, yet another day, So mind your manners and mind what you say. It is past … By chance each new day opens its doors, to influence you toward or away from the horrors. Now the alluring charms begin to unravel quietly, As strong persuasions of death knocks defiantly. Challenging the height of ambition you crave, to struggle greatly and rise from the grave. Your intention untroubled ao it is brimming with … Once again we had advanced along the grassy banks To the awe and wonderment of her vibrant flow. Being as she was just in the eclipse of her depths, But we sought the oneness of her peace and undertow. She began to rage above, with white-created waves, And boundless waters, and her endless scenario. I ponder this point as I do each day, Why you gave up, why you went away? The girl I recall full of love so tender. I have no response regarding your surrender. The woman you became, I see her strong. I ask myself: what did I do wrong? The friendship we nurtured was supposed … The birthday party went over like a lead balloon, And that was her cry as she left the room. I approached the cake to blow out the flame, While I thought it all over with no one to blame. I had ranted and raved as I tore up the house, another year older and I … The rays of vitality will soon conclude, And the people moonstruck as a common mood. The radiant star of energy, now diminished, as life on earth is simply finished. Some will gather lovers, some will gather friends, but all new beginnings will come to an end. We learned so little, just a little too late, … It is so, so hard, just to be awake, to be aware, to be awash in this solidified reality, that reverberates with its emptiness. I’m standing out in the murky pitch, as that’s where grief placed me. Darkness grows within the winds. and emotional pain howls its bitterness. But the precious moments I carry, of … Today a pain so harmful, noxious, and terrible, as days of grief and sorrow, mostly unbearable. Though I fear not, my time is close at hand. I have nothing left, nothing of this land. Tomorrow I will try once more to carry this load, But I lost the will; I am standing at the threshold. … The casting of peace that comes from God; All nations are ruled With His iron rod. My Lord I’ve given all that has come due, From my lonely life to spend with You. In the name of Jesus, our crowned King, And Your holy praises, Forever we will sing. I’ve prayed for … A Prairie Dog’s Tale – Christopher Meredith
A Spooky Cellar – Christopher Meredith
Another Day! – Christopher Meredith
Command an Audience Well – Christopher Meredith
Forgotten – Christopher Meredith
From the Very Start – Christopher Meredith
In Wait – Christopher Meredith
My Angel – Christopher Meredith
Past the Hour – Christopher Meredith
Psycogenic – Christopher Meredith
Status Quo – Christoper Meredith
Surrender
The Birthday Party – Christopher Meredith
The End – Christopher Meredith
The One I Loved, The One I Lost – Christopher Meredith
Today, Tomorrow, Always – Christopher Meredith
Waiting for Me – Christopher Meredith
