“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”

Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.

Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.

Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.

A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.

News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.

Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”

Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”

“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”

Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.

Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.

He may never find her again.

Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.

Image taken from Google.

I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.

During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.

In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.

Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.


The Stripper (100 Words)


The Stripper  (100 Words)

The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.

Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.

Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.

Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.

She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.

Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.

Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.

The stripper communicated her passions through dance.

Unveiling her body to so many.

She revealed her soul to none.


The Geometry of Women


The Geometry Of Women

Don’t need to be a mathematician or
genius to postulate on the female form.
For women were meant to have curves.
So it doesn’t matter from which side
we admire their figures, I am certain
every view will provide a right angle.

The delicious arc of a wicked smile and
the symmetry of their glorious spheres
always intersect the very heart of me.
The smoothness of their planes, their
triangle, and perfect orbs in back will
keep any nerd or gent perpendicular.

Nothing sends me on wild tangents
as the breathtaking and captivating
beauty of the geometry of women.

Serial (100 Words)


Serial  (100 Words)

Detective Jake Monroe examined the bloody crime scene. All the expected signs were there; the slashed throat, the look of terror in her eyes, and missing shoes.

The Riverside Killer struck again.

“Number five is a blonde?”

He turned to look at his partner Max who entered the hotel room.

“Do we know her name?”

“Let me see,” Jake scooped up her purse to search for her ID.

“You must be relieved.”

Jake sighed. “Was that necessary?”

Max shrugged. “Hey, at least this time there’s no evidence tying her to you.”

Opening her purse, Jake found a photo of himself.

Aftermath (100 Words)


Aftermath  (100 Words)


Faith thought about adding the word “less” to her name.

She had no idea who started the war. It didn’t matter. Nothing remained; just wreckage and ashes.

Days since she saw another living human, she shaded her eyes from the dust clouds.

What kind of God would allow this to happen? The same sadistic, bastard who let her survive.


Faith frowned. Entering an overturned subway, she pushed a corpse with her boot and found a baby.

“Hey, how will I know your name baby girl?”

Someone had pinned a folded note to the baby’s blouse.

She read it.



Photo taken from Pinterest.


One Woman Man (100 Words)


One Woman Man (100 Words)

Tony sat alone at a restaurant.

A sleek brunette sat at a table near him. Her skirt rode up her silky thighs revealing more than he expected.

His attention appeared to amuse her.

Damn, she caught me watching her. Tony looked away.

Tired of being single, he looked back at her. Beautiful.

Lipstick easing over her pouty lips, she stopped to give him a long lingering stare.

Oh, the chemistry.  He groaned.  She feels it too.  

Tony shifted in his seat to conceal his excitement.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured his twelve year old daughter. “It couldn’t be better.”



Photo taken from Pinterest




The Experiment (100 Words)


The Experiment (100 Words)

Jackson walked through the lonely streets.

Wanting to learn more about his past, he volunteered for the dangerous experiment.

Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong. They never suspected everything would go right.

Total recall, perfect memory; some said it couldn’t be accomplished.

Yet, long lost memories rushed through him like light through a prism.

Lost loves, toddler falls, even prenatal sensations.

He lived trapped in an eternal state of nostalgia.

They told him he would recall every memory.

No one warned him he would relive every pain.

Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.


Photo taken from Google Images