Deviant Epigram Flares

  September 16, 2021 By: LC Harrison I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer, but out of my mouth came the words, "How did you know?," I asked her, as I thought I had been careful to conceal such a coveted secret. I knew she often knew and could see through me, but this I thought she could not have known. Surely, it couldn't be that obvious. Doubts crossed my mind and insecurities began to fill my spirit; it was at this moment she replied, "I felt it, but questioned; still, it felt true to me. I am right then; it is true?" I felt reassured to know that it wasn't completely obvious, that no-one had betrayed me, it was just her usual knowing; still, I thought to myself, what should my response and reaction be? She stared at me, her third eye closed, which always made it easier to be around her, and sometimes she would cover it with her hair or a bright pink or violet silk scarf. I shouldn't be so insecure around her; we are both unlike any others, bu...

August 14, 2021/December 15, 2017 By: LC Harrison As the breeze whistled through the barren trees in its own unique language, this ice mistress could feel the coming Winter Solstice, and all the bright energy of the time of new born light. This winter should prove most magical, she thought as she gazed out the window at the frozen pond. "Did you want the matching wreaths for the tinsel?," called out a melodious voice down the stairs to reach where she stood. "Yes," she called up the stairs. Her thoughts wandered, as she could feel all the warmth in her heart, filled with joy to have this beautiful person in her life sharing her world with her. She felt excited and nervous for the solstice party she was planning and decorating for. She hoped the ghosts from her past loves would rejoice with her new found family and lover. It had been such a cold winter before in more ways than one. There had been so much heartache, and although now it felt distant, she remembered wel...

February 15, 2016 By: LC Harrison We stood in our den with the floorboards braced against the wall. In one corner on our desk was the map and our picks and shovels, and in the other corner was the glistening black liquid we thought was oil. At last, we could relax in luxury. Our first notion without hesitation was to travel home to London; the New England rocky shore in Massachusetts had always left us homesick, longing for the place where the ghosts of the past could remind us of who we really were. But, it didn't take me long to realize just how wrong we were. This strange thick liquid could be but only one thing, and it was not something we had wished to follow us here. It was happening again much to our horror, and there was no where to run now. I turned to Louis how he always seemed to know the best thing to do in his longing blue eyes, but this time those eyes that had sparkling ideas which brought us to where we now stood seemed vacant and mournful. He dropped our family tal...

September 6, 2021 Barbie Jean was of a habit of asking her Mama all sorts of questions about her Daddy, every time it was near his birthday, and this time her question brought to mind a special memory. "What made you fall in love with him?," asked Barbie Jean to her Mother. Her Mother could see in her daughter's wide dark chocolate eyes that she just especially needed to know, and wanted to know with all her heart. It was just a day or so past his birthday, and they both were seated by the large kitchen window drinking hot chocolate. "I am not so certain it was any one thing," Barbie Jean's Mother began, "but it had a lot to do with how he treats me, how we get along, our trust in one another, our shared goals, and our similar interests. I will tell you a story about it." Barbie Jean smiled with a grin, that was looking just like her Father's, as her Mother began the story... --His skin looked like chocolate in the light of the setting sun, as ...

  Sourced from Vector Free Stock Image Embrace June 12, 2016 By: LC Harrison It may be a dream, she thought. A pinch might serve to prove so, but she did not want to wake. She did not want to leave this place, even if but a dream. Here, where his embrace felt so real. He had vanished; although his presence had alarmed her at first, still his touch was comforting. She hope he would return. She remembered looking into his dark mirror-like eyes, feeling as if frozen where they stood. In his arms the world had vanished and for a moment she only felt his nearness and breath; gone were all her concerns and fears, all the worries that consumed her daily, vanished in an instant with him. She remembered the faint smell of roses and the slight chill about him. Suddenly, she noticed her reflection in the mirror across the room. She could see blood like tears streaming down her neck. She grasped her hand instinctively to her wound. It was then that he reappeared. "It may have seemed a dream, ...