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Weary to the bone, I grabbed my bags and hauled myself onto the bus. It was nearly empty, so I grabbed a seat and put my gear on the seat beside me. As I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, I heard a shuffling next to me and opened one eye.
There was an elderly man beginning to look through my things. I watched him for a moment.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 03.27.2019 @ 12:08 am
It’s been so long since I’ve written on here. I will try to weave this word into my re-introduction to the community. I love using OneWord. It keeps my mind sharp, causes me to think quickly, and act on those thoughts before I have time to stop and think and doubt myself. I will definitely make a post about OW on my new website, TheWriterie.com.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 01.02.2019 @ 9:50 pm
Walking softly, Issa crouched low and pulled the dagger from her sleeve. The lights ahead were bright and the door to the tavern was open. The city was silent and the hair on the back of her neck stood at the the eerie thought of a silent tavern.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 06.25.2015 @ 9:21 am
“What a terrible accident.” Detective Inspector Robinson crouched near the victim, lifting the young man’s lapel with the tip of his pen to inspect the wounds.
Detective Inspector Warren crouched next to her, gloves covering her pale hands as she held the jacket open.
“It was no accident, it was deliberate. The strong slashes. Downward, as if the victim was already on the ground when the attacker struck. Vicious, downward strokes, over and over again. 17 times he was stabbed.”
The inspectors were silent as they imagined the man’s last moments.
“We think it was a women.”
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 04.28.2015 @ 8:34 pm
“He’s just a cub.” Sarah said quietly, her eyes downcast.
“It doesn’t matter.” Her father shoved his arms into his jacket, grabbed the rifle resting by the door and stepped out onto the porch.
The winter wind was biting and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she watched her father’s back retreat into the flurrying snow.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 12.03.2014 @ 1:22 pm
Into the night she sneaked, her black shoes quiet on the soft grass. The wind whistled softly, almost apologetic through the branches above her head. Looking to her left, she could make out the mansion. There was a light on in the lower level but the upstairs sections were completely dark.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 10.07.2014 @ 10:48 am
Amid the chaos, Noah could feel his panic raising. He turned, his cloak swirling around his calves, his eyes searching the faces swarming around him for a friendly set of eyes. Blood splattered faces grimaced at him in pain and fear and Noah knew his search for a friend was failing.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 10.01.2014 @ 8:02 pm
He stared. His eyes, not moving from her face.
“Now?” He breathed quietly.
She made no sound but nodded her ascent.
“What about my dignity?” His eyes begged her for understanding, his hands reached toward her, palms up, hands open.
“You have none.” She seethed.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.21.2014 @ 9:52 pm
millions of seconds
your face, your fingers
blessed this place
your breath, your light
too long excused
your scent, your feel
with no trace
I am graced
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.19.2014 @ 3:53 pm
to the sky
always by my side
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.17.2014 @ 10:53 pm
“Yes, worldly. What’s wrong with worldly?” She put her hands on her slim hips and lightly stamped her foot on the ground, indignation clear on her face.
“Nothing’s wrong with worldly, little one. Do you know what it means?” The little girl’s mother smiled down at her as she washed a plate at the kitchen sink.
“Yes.” Her daughter claimed. “It means you’re from another world.”
At her mother’s gentle laughter, the child stomped from the room, tears in her eyes.
Putting the soapy plate in the sink, Mary turned to follow her daughter, wiping her hands on the dish towel at her waist.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.14.2014 @ 6:51 pm
Her hair flew in a wave as she turned, her skirt whirling around her smooth thighs. Tiny bells at her ankles tinkled merrily in time to the tambourine she tapped with her hands above her head. The sun dappled through the trees surrounding the courtyard, catching her eyes as she turned like blasts of sapphire light.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.11.2014 @ 3:06 pm
It came upon me in a rush
The lack of your form in my space
The blinking brakes of your tailgate
Signaling goodbye in morse code
The dust that settled in your wake
A song I never will unhear
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.09.2014 @ 6:48 pm
Myra gasped for air, her long, lank hair sticking to her neck like straw colored plastic wrap to day old hot dogs. She swatted at flies buzzing around her head and tried to concentrate on her breathing. The air was thick and hung around the porch like mosquito netting. Myra took a deep breath in, fanning herself with her too-thin hand.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.08.2014 @ 7:53 pm
In hot pursuit, Mike dodged the shoe she threw at him as he jumped over a turned over trash can. The alley was narrow and filled with items Mike never imagined he would see. She took her clothes off as she ran, throwing her skirt and blouse at him as they charged down the dark row.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.07.2014 @ 9:32 pm
Crouching near the base of the cement stairs, Magda could hear booted footsteps approaching. Shifting back into the shadows, the approaching torches were glowing, casting shadows of their bearer against the stone walls of the stairwell. She would know his profile anywhere. She unsheathed her dagger and held it firmly in her hand.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.05.2014 @ 11:25 am
“Is that what I am to you? Charity?!” Spittle flew from his mouth.
She was startled by his anger but dared not respond. He was most dangerous when he yelled like this. Angry, but not being loud.
He stepped closer, his fetid breath washing over her face.
“Well?” He said, his eyes hot embers of fury.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 09.01.2014 @ 10:11 am
I was afraid. Afraid my feelings were unfounded.
I lifted the tarp and saw the smooth shape of the convertible’s wheel wells beneath.
Pulling the tarp back further, a wave of foul odor hit my face like a brick. I could see a foot extended over the back seat into the front.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.19.2014 @ 10:02 pm
A failure of
Wrapped in a wrapper
A heart shaped box
And a pair of lying eyes
That I never could resist
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.18.2014 @ 10:43 pm
“For the last time, Mama, I’m not a hair dresser. I’m a stylist!”
“Stylist? Don’t go puttin’ on airs, Daughter Mine. You’re a hair dresser. Just like your no good Meemaw was.”
Tara felt hot tears running down her face.
“Meemaw was not no good, Mama.” She said in a low voice, eyes averted. “You are.”
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.15.2014 @ 12:00 pm
“I can’t.” Marie’s eyes dropped to the ground. Her pale hands were clasped in front of her, the red nails looking suddenly garish in the waning light.
“You can’t or you won’t? I know it’s difficult.” Michael put a gentle finger under her chin and tipped her face up. He met her eyes and smiled.
“I can’t.” She smiled with menace and Michael’s spine tingled in fear.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.13.2014 @ 10:35 pm
Once her chores were done, Melody set out to shower and get ready. Passing the mirror in her bedroom, her eye caught the picture of Chad in the lower corner and her heart began to pound. Just a few hours until their first date. She smiled and waved to his picture as she skipped into the attached bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.12.2014 @ 11:08 pm
heaven does not wait for us
the souls who are not souls
she is not allowed her arms
to wrap us in her embrace
the sky so bright can only
be alight with stars of us
to twist and toil, cook and spoil
upon our earthly plane.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 08.03.2014 @ 11:32 pm
To ski, to fly
Down powdered lanes
Of glistening white
To fly, to race
Letting your weight
And instinct lead
To race, to see
Obstacles racing near
A blur as you pass
To see, to feel
The freedom of your flight
The oneness with the mountain
To feel, to love
One light, one night.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 07.27.2014 @ 9:49 pm
Was it a joke
The way you loved me
A prank played upon a silly fool
Were your friends waiting to hear
The outcome of my tears
The ending of our years together
Was it pure jest
That you laid upon my feet
Filled with stars and rapture
And glittering promises to keep
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 07.22.2014 @ 9:53 pm
She stood in the crosswalk, her ancient legs shuffling in place. I stared at her through the windshield. The sun was beaming me in the eye through her blue curls. Her huge sunglasses hid her eyes, but I could see her watching me from the corner. She smiled. I smiled and waited.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 07.17.2014 @ 8:55 pm
Frazzled didn’t even begin to cover the level of stress Steph was dealing with. Glancing at the clock, she grabbed her pen and paper and picked up her glass to drink some water before running to her next meeting. Tilting the glass up and closing her eyes, she enjoyed the cool, refreshing liquid until she felt something chunky slide down her throat.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 07.14.2014 @ 1:59 pm
The sky was an angry violet as Issa ran silently down the alley. Hearing noise approaching from the other end, she crouched behind a barrel, her heart beating steadily. Boots clomped toward her and she slowly unsheathed her dagger.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 07.12.2014 @ 5:55 pm
“I will instill in her a love of life; a desire to prolong goodness, and the faith to believe that there are those in this world who are pure of heart.”
Marta’s laughter bounced off the stone walls and tears began to run down her face.
“What is this, Torma? The Time of the Ancients?” The old woman cackled and rocked back and forth as her mirth ran its course.
“There are still good people in this Realm, Marta. You know there are.”
Her laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun and she leaned forward quickly, her face suddenly inches from Torma’s own. Her breath was fetid with rot and decay and he held is breath.
“No one remains who will help you, Torma. No one remains who will want to see your daughter live.”
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 06.11.2014 @ 11:08 pm
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Sitting near the back of the cathedral, Rayanne knew she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She slunk down as far in the pew as she could, without actually sliding onto the floor and prayed no one would notice her. A believer slid into the pew beside her and she squinted at the floor as if looking for something.
» Posted By Eileen Maki On 06.08.2014 @ 4:02 pm