Skip to main content

Virginia Beach by Caroline Tiss Short Story

 

Virginia Beach 

Short Story by Caroline Tiss


If I were to take all of the stars and drink them like ambrosia, would I have the wonder I desire? Or would I just be another dreamer looking on into the night through a window that I have outgrown.

The pressure collects in my chest as I cross the board walk of the beach. The night has fallen on the seaside and the moon reflects into the tides. All of the people around me pass me by. Like fallen leaves in October when the wind sighs. I wish every one of them the best, these seaside travelers, beach vacationers, and tourists which most seem to be. It is the summer in Virginia Beach, and it’s never looked more lovely than when I’m alone.

            Somehow, I enjoy fading into a crowd. I enjoy making my presence less assertive to the passer by so I can observe them, like a painter looking for someone’s smile to make them inspired. Or maybe an owl watching from a tree. I take out a cigarette, I swore to God I was going to quit but I live by “Memento Mori” and besides I was craving one any way. I dragged in the smoke and let it float out of my mouth and up towards the night sky.

The waves, bellowed. With every crash it soothed my heart and my eternal longing for more. I would consider myself a woman with a lust for living. And not in a way where I am some dare devil. But in a way where I feel that our reality is subjective to each individual. We each live in a world of our own. How you see others is how you see yourself. I want to understand myself so I can understand people, I want to feel comfortable around myself so that I can feel comfortable alone in a forest with no one to run to and only the calm of the divine surrounding me. 






Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Deceit poem by Caroline Tiss

  Deceit  To claim that you "cannot deny" is false. People can deny anything they want, and they continue to. You could deny yourself into an absolute and utter lie, You deny yourself into deceit and I will not be there to catch you if you fall, A wolf in sheep's clothing is much worse than no wolf at all. 
Post a Comment
Read more

The Sun Journal Entry - Caroline Tiss 7/30/2022

The Sun - Caroline Tiss   A child, a lover, a girl. Seventeen yet so surreal. I want to rise with this day dawning. The morning arises with the cracking whip of dawn, like lightning, like the fading of summer into an autumn chill, announcing the presence of her magnificence, Look upon the sun, Ask him what's his name? How long has it been since he has faced the terror of his past. Woman at his side, walking on glass. Years pass, she's torn between her lover and all she wants and more. Can we simply stop? Let us find what makes us satisfied. We are only as balanced as we become, and even then anything can change. So Swiftly, you would hear everything Cry and Bleed. So please, Look at yourself and all of the mess that we've become. You are not lost. But all is at stake. So love it or leave it, Drink it or beat it, Hate me or call me a Heathen. I do not give a damn. But look at what you have created. Please don't deny it. Just observe, think please. Don't listen to any...
Post a Comment
Read more

Witch's World by Caroline Tiss

 Witch's World I gaze into glass, like a ship on a misty night Let me dance on drops of morning dew one balmy day in June, I love the romance of it all, I am the crashing of thunder, I am the quaking of the earth as stampedes of stallions run by Ireland's horizon, I believe, I hope, I dream I am the lonely London fog, I am quiet in the twilight. The day has just begun. Aurora, Aurora, Aurora, my love.  
Post a Comment
Read more