The man came home and saw his family dead on the couch. He vomited at the sight of their shocked and frightened faces, but worst of all was their eye sockets. Their eyes had been completely burned away, the skin around them scorched and scarred. A gelatinous soup ran from the sockets, and the man … Continue reading The Blinding Sight
Author: Carter A. Jackson
I am eccentric
A writer/poet who loves
God above all else
To My Mother
What have you given me? Why, here’s a list: You gave my body and a brain and half my DNA, With all the pain of birthing, that’s something extra, eh? Some joyous years I spent with you, and then another gift That took up my spot on your knee, though you soon closed that rift. … Continue reading To My Mother
The End is Yet to Come
When you're broken, and you think yourself beyond repair, When you see light flicker out before your eyes, When your burdens grow beyond your strength to bear, And it seems that hope is lost forever, The end is yet to come. When you've fallen father than you think you'll ever climb, When there's no way … Continue reading The End is Yet to Come
Sorry for the Schedule Slips
I haven't been updating as often as I was, and I'm sorry for that. I will try to stay on schedule as much as I can, but frankly, this being the last few weeks of school, that might be difficult. I'll be back on schedule soon! I apologize in advance.
The Castle-Pt 1
The man walked upon the strange clouds of the brightest white, and the deepest blues and violets. He looked up at the indigo sky, with occasional shades of dark pink on its surface, and green stars that hung in its expanse. He couldn’t quite recall how or when he’d come here, but he knew that, … Continue reading The Castle-Pt 1
Rainstorm
You know a storm is coming You see it in the sky You try to run for shelter As you know it's nearby Your safety now is futile As home evades your grasp You run towards it but only find The storm now has you clasped You cry for help and struggle As the clouds … Continue reading Rainstorm
The Fruit of the Serpent
Not so long ago, there lived a little girl in the bustling city. She was adored by all who knew her, not only for her smooth, ivory skin or her eyes and hair of luscious brown, but for her gentle, golden heart. She was always kind to those around her, she always did as she … Continue reading The Fruit of the Serpent
