His heart fell off the perch near his many loves and shattered with the sound of a punch to a piano; other prime faces picked up the pieces of the crystal, noting the ethereal beauty etched with jagged cracks. They peered inside the center like windows and would not let them go. He’d never claim what they held.


13 comments so far

  1. Sweetest in the Gale on

    Cold, stark, keen…these are all words that came to mind while reading this. The sharpness in your words got the feeling across very succinctly.

  2. Jeeves on

    This hurts!!!Superb as always.

  3. Michelle Johnson on

    Perfection Noah. Perfection.

  4. Amias on

    I enjoy reading you, but the print is too small and conflicts with the background — and I am old with old eyes.

  5. noahthegreat on

    I hope the new theme is a bit better; I’m not going to pay to edit the css, or I’d just do that.

    Thanks, Michelle, Jeeves, and FP. 😀

  6. floreta on

    wow. i love it.

  7. SandyCarlson on

    I wonder why he didn’t (wouldn’t, perhaps?) claim them.

  8. Bobbie on

    Very nice. I read it a couple times, love the flow and imagery.

  9. gabrielle on

    prima facie, by all appearances…

    Loving you, my heart may shatter into a thousand pieces,
    but not one piece will be lost.
    Lady Izumi (b. 976)

    As always, this piece cuts deep.

  10. noahthegreat on

    That’s an interesting excerpt; I’ve never read that, but it seems right at home.

  11. Tumblewords on

    Shattered heart and secrets. Wonderful!

  12. pieceofpie on

    hello ntg, it is wonderful to be alive, experiencing life’s sometimes rough sharp edges you have spoken of so eloquently…

  13. patois on


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