Writers Edge

There is such despair in touching fingerprinted skin.

Wild Berry Apprehension

“You know, Brad, I’ve been longing for wild berry pie for some time… and I thought: why not going in the woods and fill my lap with berries?”
“Don’t worry, there’s…

Wish I Had A Bicycle

A Story By
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Sometimes a lie is the best thing. This truth doesn’t come easy.
copyright2009 by John Braxton Sparks

She reached out her hand to touch him and his pulse quickened as he felt a rise in his jeans.

I always find it amazing how a simple song on the radio can transport you back to a time in your life that you had forgotten.

She can’t recall exactly how many times she thought of killing him.

copyright 2009 by John Braxton Sparks

I’m dying
copyright 2009 by John Braxton Sparks

The tip of the candle flame flirted with the oxygen of the air like the burning kiss of a wayward lover.

Perfection doesn’t falter

I directed my light over to it and there was a fully intact brain. It also had steam rising from it. This was the type of things that make

Outside, as far as the eye could see was a blanket of white pinned down by a dull grey sky. And yet, there it was…the sound that had got her out of bed in the first place, faint but persistent.

She walked slowly down the narrow dirt lane, cupping in her hands the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen.

Shrill and persistent, the phone woke Paul.
‘Hello?’
“Paul.”
The achingly familiar voice thrummed through him. Paul sat bolt upright, pulse racing.
‘Jane? Where are you?’
“Outside.” …

Ilana at Benbulbin

We were three sisters, and I was Ilana, the most beautiful, or so they said, the young men in Grange. We used to haunt the whereabouts of the mountain and we named this wi…

She was the first daughter of the seventh son, at her birth she was ceremoniously chosen and betrothed.

The Lady of the Lake

Let’s say it was October, my shoulders were wrapped in a delicate woolen shawl and my mind – well, it was quite dizzy as I walked slowly to the bus. There were they,…

Caught in between

I’ve always loved our little house, so close to those enchanted mountains; and we were a joyful family at the beginning. But then after a while, mom suddenly fell for the t…