A short story I wrote, inspired by my thoughts and dreams.

A love triangle.

This poem is about how great circles are. Not the crop ones or the stains your coffee cup makes on the table, but the mathmatic ones we never use in everyday life.

Jentry sat up from where he was laying on the ground; he looked at the motionless bodies of his sister and the boy. Lisa’s eyes opened and her lifeless body suddenly arched into the air as her life forced returned to her fragile shell. Looking up at her brother tears flowing down her face, she asked. Were we both really dead or was this some awful dream? Then looking over at young White Wolf who still lay motionless beside them on the ground, Lisa realized that it was not a dream! She moved over to where the child’s body was and lifted the boy up cradling him in her arms while holding him close to her. Why? Why did it have to end like this? Why was but a child given such a huge responsibility? She asks.

A complicated love life between two people whose world gets turned upside down. Love and hurt.

Chapter six.

Chapter one.

As Frank entered the island, he noted a sudden change in temperature from the thick canopy of trees overhead. A very peculiar feeling swept over him as he walked along the trail silently.

They all had been scanning the shoreline for signs of life. If the island were inhabited, there certainly would be some sign of people somewhere and there would likely be other boats in the water.

I would hate to be in her shoes.