by Anne-Marie Spittle | Oct 21, 2008 | Stories
It was her silent affirmations that kept her from going completely insane. Stopped her from fading away into the nothingness of the room around her “I am here. I am here,” she repeated over and over, “I think therefore I am”. The darkness had taken her over once or...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Oct 21, 2008 | Stories
The glowing white tombstones gleamed out of the grass, like Great White shark’s teeth in green gums. A wave of female bodies moved back and forth, searching, gasping, falling, and accepting. All except one. Alice had not wanted to come here. Hers was not the role of...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
It is a joining As I kneel here Hand on cold black stone Carved in remembrance of the fallen By I am a living wall My memories dance across my eyes When smells and sounds Actions and words Take me to the place I cannot escape We hold hands across the space of time My...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
You are better than you believe And you are still here Ask yourself that question truthfully How many reprieves How many close escapes It has a purpose He has a purpose Take your pick The Universe cares For it brought you to this place That you might be refreshed...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
What dark law Enslaved my youthful soul And left it black as pitch Only for the law makers To run from their creation Dark monster of a military Prometheus Forged in a likeness That left me hollow as a golem Open only to be filled with death Sorrow followed Deep,...
