Writing Samples

Where hummingbirds hum like held breath in flight,

And butterflies stitch morning to night,

There blooms a place beyond design,

A hush, a healing, a curve of time.

The flowers here are not just for show,

They lean to listen. They seem to know.

Native petals cradle grace,

In every stem, a sacred space.

A bench remembers laughter’s tone,

A pathway worn by feet, not left alone.

Hands once trembling find their rest,

As wings alight upon the chest.

A child sets stones where stories sleep,

A nurse walks slowly...

THE MEMOIR OF A GHOST…. CHAPTER 3

The Forgotten Past.

Memories clung to me like cobwebs, the delicate threads of existence, fragile yet persistent. I wandered the empty rooms, tracing patterns in the dust. Had this been my sanctuary? My prison? The details blurred, the taste of wine, the warmth of a lover’s touch. I yearned for clarity, but the veil remained.

In the attic, forgotten treasures whispered. A moth-eaten dress, the fabric once vibrant, now faded. Had I danced in it? Loved in it? Or...

THE MEMOIR OF A GOAST

The Haunting Chapter 2.

In the shadowed corners of my former home, I lingered, a whisper woven into the fabric of existence. The living occupants sensed my presence, though they could not see me. Their footsteps echoed through empty rooms, and I watched their laughter, their tears, their mundane dramas.

The children played, their voices like distant bells. They drew pictures on the walls, their crayon strokes overlapping with memories of my own childhood. I yearned to join...

THE MEMOIR OF A GOAST

Chapter 1: The Unseen Transition

In the quiet hours between life and death, I slipped from my mortal coil. The transition was seamless, a mere exhalation, a fading heartbeat. I became a wisp of memory, a spectre lingering in the interstice of realms. My name, once etched in flesh, now echoes through the corridors of time.

I remember the moment of release, the final sigh as my essence detached from bone and sinew. The room blurred, its edges softened, and I floated above my...

Chapter Four: Loneliness

Featuring Matthew

The garden was still.

Not the peaceful kind of stillness, but the kind that feels like waiting. The kind that makes you wonder if you have been forgotten. Elio walked slowly, Solace nestled close to his chest. The path was lined with tall grasses and quiet blooms, but no wind stirred them. Even the sun seemed hesitant, casting soft shadows that did not quite reach the edges. They came to a clearing where a single wooden bench sat beneath a tree with...

The Star Keeper

The Star Keeper had always existed, though few ever noticed him.

He was small, with silver-speckled skin and eyes that held galaxies within them. His satchel was older than time itself, overflowing with swirling lights: the stories of those who had passed. It was his duty to collect memories, preserving them as stars so they would never fade.

While most believed stars were simply distant lights, he knew the truth: each one carried laughter, dreams, and the soft whispers of...

SELF-ISOLATION….. From Crossing the Bridge. (A voice of Hope and Transformation 2024)

Lately, somewhat admittedly, I have found myself having to tread very carefully. I keep hearing strange voices behind me. I am starting to think that someone is following me, or maybe it is just a mild psychosis that I am starting to experience, distorting my focus, created from the half ounce of cocaine I have just consumed. I locked myself into this hotel room, I think three days ago, I cannot be sure, I...

Unbroken Spirit 2025.

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Staring at my phone, with every vibrate and every tone, I would rush to it, thinking you were coming home.

My heart would begin intently beating, suddenly, I would have difficulty breathing, my brow would start to slightly sweat, allowing me temporarily to forget all the troubles we had seen, only to pick it up, and feel the disappointing silence that would appear on my screen. I would stand there motionless, wondering why you had gone. We had a small fight, as any...

Crossing The Bridge. 2024.

Hi there, it's me.

I did not mean to be gone for so long this time, but I have been struggling lately just to get on. My mind feels like it is so far gone; it is out of reach. I thought therapy would help teach me tools to pull it back in, but my thought process is so possessed and so full of dark sin. Where, and how, do I begin to siphon it all, filter out all these negative calls I hear shouting at me, as I stare and shout back at these walls? I keep hoping Jesus...

Liam’s Song

Liam’s world was a patchwork of gray, concrete sidewalks, rain-soaked cardboard, and the distant hum of traffic. He was just twelve, but life had carved lines into his face that no child should bear. His parents had vanished, swallowed by the city’s shadows, leaving him alone in a sea of strangers.

Each morning, Liam would rise from his makeshift bed beneath the Ha’penny Bridge. The river Liffey flowed silently, mirroring his loneliness. His stomach gnawed with hunger, and his...

Where the Petals Still Laugh, A Hospice Garden Story

At the far edge of a beautiful, sleepy town called Burlington, there sits a Hospice, tucked behind a row of manicured gardens. There lies a special place, a place where the colour of memories remains vibrant throughout every season. There, there is a garden, a garden that did not seek attention, but instead it welcomed all quietly, through the scent of lilac, the hush of shade, the soft trickle of sound from a stone fountain that always...

The Fairy Ring

In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets of old and the moss-covered ground held the footprints of countless creatures, there was a man named Rowan. He was an explorer at heart, driven by the allure of the unknown and the stories that nature itself seemed eager to tell.

One misty morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, Rowan stumbled upon a curious sight. It was a circle of mushrooms, perfectly arranged, with a...

ELI.

Once upon a time, in a bustling city filled with the cacophony of daily life, there lived a young artist named Eli. Eli's heart was heavy with the noise of the world, the endless rush of people, and the relentless pursuit of material success. The city's bright lights dimmed the stars, and the constant hum of activity drowned out the whispers of Eli's soul.

Eli longed for inner peace, a sanctuary within where silence spoke louder than the world's clamour. So, Eli embarked on a journey, a...