Paradox

After my recovery, I will continue working on my current manuscript, while I seek representation for my sci-fi thiller Paradox.

It is the two year anniversary of his wife’s disappearance. Standing on a rooftop, beneath the night sky, Detective Jake Cross preferred to die than to live without Lisa.

Here is the opening paragraph.

Paradox

Tonight, the moon arrived without her.
No other phenomenon on Earth or in the heavens could provoke a fusion of so many emotions; passion, remorse, uncertainty, all boiling in a primordial soup of sentiments that scorched his soul. This unwelcomed nightly event consumed detective Jake Cross like a voracious black hole gnawing at his heart, cell by helpless cell, devouring every reason he had for living.

Paradox – Mankind’s last hope is a man who lost his faith.

The Experiment (75 words)

The Experiment

Jackson volunteered for the dangerous experiment.

Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong.
Who knew everything would go right?

Total recall; they said it was impossible.

Memories coursed through him like blood through his veins. Every heartbreak, toddler fall, prenatal sensation. Trapped in a state of eternal nostalgia.

They said he would recall every memory.

No one knew he would relive every pain.

Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.

Silence Screamed Your Name

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Earlier today, I woke up searching for a good morning message from my Baby.  When I found none, I wrote her a few separate messages.  Hours passed with no reply. This little thing was born during those moments of worry.

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Silence Screamed Your Name

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Today I awoke

when silence screamed your name.

Now, I lay here in fear

of never having you,

and distraught that

tomorrow

silence may

do the same.

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Please, don’t do that to me again Baby.

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Photo of beautiful young lady from Google Images.

The Space Between You and Me

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A few facts before poetry.

Earth to Sun = 92.96 million miles
Earth to nearest star = 4.22 light years
NYC to Dehradun, India = 11,602 kilometers

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The Space Between You and Me

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In my mind I watch you standing on the

far side of a crowded room;

a universe away.

Later tonight I will watch the stars

outside my window;

light years beyond my reach.

That is when I’ll long to hold you and whisper,

there is no distance as infinite as

the space between you and me.

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Photo from Google Images.

Huddled Inside My Soul

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Huddled Inside My Soul

 

Come to me

On your darkest day.

as shadows consume your light,

as tears douse the overwhelming fires

choking you in their solitary smoke.

Come to me

when your heart falls into the abyss

drowning in dark seas of solitude,

in a world eclipsed by loneliness.

Come to me

I can make you whole,

basking in my light,

once you are

huddled inside my soul.

 

Photo from Google Images

The Beautiful Redhead

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The Beautiful Redhead

She wore her red hair

like a fragrance by Chanel.

An elegant tapestry of

silky curls and waves.

The ebb and flow of her locks

calming like a starry night.

If she only knew

what I would give

to caress her hair tonight.

Photo of redhead from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER: I am the Lonely Author and I approve of this message.

She Writes For Me

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She Writes For Me

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No one knows our secret

Our beautiful connection

From her pen

To my heart

She writes of love

She writes of me

Perhaps she’ll write tonight

so I can read her words

and pretend

she writes for me.

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Image borrowed from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER. Fiction, though I wish it wasn’t.

The Way Things Used To Be

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The Way Things Used To Be

 

Our home has become as lonely

as the last leaf on a dying tree

laughter no longer reverberates against walls

we consummated with our love

old arguments replay themselves endlessly

like a scratched record avoiding the next beat

the eerie shadows of who we once were

turn us into restless spirits of the night 

as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of

the way things used to be

 

Photo from Google Images

 

Beyond Repair

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Beyond Repair

Unloved.

Neglected.

Mistreated.

With love I recovered

all of her broken pieces.

With kisses I attempted

to heal her wounds.

But

trust never appeared,

her tears never ended.

How could I have known

she was broken

beyond repair.

 

Image borrowed from Google Images