Niall Espen
A Canadian Writer, in-progress, and is currently in the process of writing multiple projects.
“Our people do it all the time, and no one’s caught on.” He leaned into his trunk to put his last box into his car. His eyes slide over her. Her hip jut to the right, knee bent, arms folded, should...
I hate it when I have such sweet dreams, They’re never as long as they promise. They’re love songs that tell of grandiose schemes built upon forever. Even when forever is only a day.
Shades of pink, goofy smiles. You and I, two morning doves. Sweet resonances of our love. A simple testament of words, So powerful, it’s all that’s needed. A simple, daring act, Before the moon tak...
Laughter arising, bubbling up from deep down. A joyous ruckus. Wiping the tears from my face and looking over the courtyard. Spellbinding. Sitting with new friends. Laughing about days that we met....
Eyes glance and glare. Still, they don’t place themselves upon me. Yet, I feel their stare. Cold and hardened. They don’t see. How could they? They never saw before. No life boat in these waters… W...
A still breath as no more than cries of crickets, song bird wails, croaks of death, and playful clatter of beasts are heard. The smell of dew and distant flower. Birds above floating in that milky ...
A deep dive down to the heart, There’s a quarrel in the dark. Nothing to aid, and certainly no chart.
My fangs bear down on themselves, The collapsing of my chest. Silent screams fill my lungs, telling me of the pain and consequence. A pounding heart filled with passion, only one does it see. Confl...
A still breath as no more than the cries of crickets, wails of song birds, shrieks of death, and clatter of playful beast are heard.
# Leaving Home Caelan paced through the streets. The trees blocked his view of the moon, but it didn’t matter, it wasn’t a full moon. There wouldn’t be enough light, anyways. Not for him, or for th...
Her tail swishes, her body follows. Joy rings out, clear as day. Not a mouse is stirring, not another soul dares to wander. She searches for her lost heart among the treacherous maze. Something so ...
> The path from you extending, > I could not see its course — > or the closer to you I was getting, > the further from you I’d walked.